Gatsby
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I'm awful sure
i never liked that damned book;
i always rushed through chapters
so i could read anything else
before the bell rang.
But when I open the windows nowadays
Inspiration
a whispery-sounding
word
for something so big
It can come like a
Flash - lightning turns the
shifting sands of
Thought
to glass, clear as crystal
Or softly
Dear Mr. Fitzgerald,
Your story The Great Gatsby is a novel I admire greatly.
And ever since I read it, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that you’ve got it all wrong.
I may not have anyone around,
but soon I will, I know it.
I'll be found soon,
they noticed my absense.
If I perish here today,
I'll go out like Gatsby.
love, supported, and lost.
Why don't we play Gatsby,
I'll play Gatsby,
You can play Daisy,
Five years can separate us,
But nothing ruins forever,
Let's sit around all day and lay in a pile of clothes,
I'll try to please you,
They say that you can’t repeat the past,
But what if that part of your past comes back
And you greet it with a kind hello
Sending neurons firing from left to right
In that lovely brain of yours,
I moseyed onto the desolate sands of the gloomy,
grey water fronts, just pondering the meanings of life itself,
The icy winds were whipping all through the sky,
tearing limb from limb of the misty front,
