listening to the soundtracks
almost the lyrics of my [pathetic] summer
it was so foggy
but i can remember now

there were days 
where i sincerely thought [so lonely]
that i would die 
and no one would really care 

and if you looked closely [deeper]
i remember [watching] myself 
wishing i could change
what i knew wasn’t right

it was like wild fire 
[clinging to leaves]
singing lullabies that merely 
crushed every inch of me

i doubted myself 
as every [troubled] teenager does
and i managed to pull myself
together for everyone

soundtrack playing softly [almost faint now]
fade out on the key change
and replay every note again
and again [till i see memory lane] 

My poetic style comes from e.e. cummings. I fell in love with his poems after we sang a song based of one of many love poems. “i carry your heart” is a great poem to read. It gives you a great sense of wow!~

This poem was obviously inspired by him and RENT<3 

How did I get here, how the hell?
Christmas! Christmas eve, last year.
How could a night so frozen be so scalding hot?
How can a morning this mild be so raw?

This song inspired me so much and brought back a lot of memories. I want to thank Tess, because she told me to look up this song for a long time. And I didn’t. Wow, I wish I had. It might have helped me out a lot back then. 

It’s early November, babe.

It’s getting cold, and I’m wondering…

Are you ever coming back?