You
It's 4 pm 12 hours ago I was awake
Make no mistake I've been up so damn late.
Wait, retake.
It's 5 am and 12 hours ago i was walkin,
Tellin myself to calm down singin outloud like a Walkman
Awkward.
This pretty girl passed me by I won't say her name,
She remains my novacain,
And now the pain is buildin up like California with no rain.
Aye. That's the text I sent her.
She responded with more letters
Just enough to make me feel better
But only for a second
I lent her my jacket
And never got it back, but that's ok you look way better than I do in black
This poem is about:
Me
Our world