When I write,
It's not so he can read it.
It's not for my friends to read
It's not for my teachers
My acquaintances
My enemies.
I don't want
People to see me.
I don't want
People to read this.
If it's people I don't know
But trust more than people I do know anyway
Then, why not?
But if you share it
With someone I do know
It kills everything in me.
The reason I write
Is to vent.
So I vent about the people I know.
That means
I never want them
To read this.
Some things are just instinct
like when I just ran to you
as soon as I saw you
and hugged you for -
oh yeah -
the first time
very very platonic of course
you're my big brother.
Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart
it's like a platonic ballad
it's like you are playing
through first loves
and forbidden loves
and grass in the summer
and crunchy chips
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
I say I love this
and I like to think that I'm good at it
Am I?
I don't think so anymore
I forget to practice for lessons I dread
Comments
Very relatable.
Thanks!
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