[yes, i know it's the name of a song]
Actually, quite a good song from one of my favorite movies, 500 Days of Summer
Anyway, let me begin with this:
Dear blog,
I'm really sorry. It's been almost an entire month. I know I've been bad. I cant even lie. Forgive me? I think it was the sixty-million papers I've had to write this semester that have dried up my brain and left me too lazy to write for fun. I know, that's no excuse.
In other news, the goo goo dolls pandora station is more than amazing. I also need to find a dress before friday, join another writing club, start reading my economics textbook again, eat more vegetables, and clean my desk.
Also, I am happy.
Rain sputters on the windowsill
like the teardrops of sweet farewells
that stick on our cheeks
like our silly mistakes.
And I wish we knew
we could have lit up the sky
with the touch of our fingertips.
We were a fire
in the middle of summer,
the little lights dancing
on the mountain tops
twinkling brighter
than the new england stars.
Sometimes I wake up
to mornings that last all afternoon
and I remember the day the
sun set on your heart.
I had tied the strings of what
wasn't ours to take to the
gusty winds and we set sail,
drifting in the wrong
direction until it was right.
Actually, quite a good song from one of my favorite movies, 500 Days of Summer
Anyway, let me begin with this:
Dear blog,
I'm really sorry. It's been almost an entire month. I know I've been bad. I cant even lie. Forgive me? I think it was the sixty-million papers I've had to write this semester that have dried up my brain and left me too lazy to write for fun. I know, that's no excuse.
In other news, the goo goo dolls pandora station is more than amazing. I also need to find a dress before friday, join another writing club, start reading my economics textbook again, eat more vegetables, and clean my desk.
Also, I am happy.
Rain sputters on the windowsill
like the teardrops of sweet farewells
that stick on our cheeks
like our silly mistakes.
And I wish we knew
we could have lit up the sky
with the touch of our fingertips.
We were a fire
in the middle of summer,
the little lights dancing
on the mountain tops
twinkling brighter
than the new england stars.
Sometimes I wake up
to mornings that last all afternoon
and I remember the day the
sun set on your heart.
I had tied the strings of what
wasn't ours to take to the
gusty winds and we set sail,
drifting in the wrong
direction until it was right.
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