Boy Problems
I Hate Kevin
We've been here one too many times, and I can recite you line for line.I keep my poems underneath my pillowso the ink seeps deep inside my dreams.If you can only hear the light I see you in.If you can only feel the words I wrap you in.And then I woke up and stood and I stopped and staredand I watched and listened and finally realized that it is just me.I feel miserable and it feels wonderful.The whole way home, with no hands, I held onto the hopes of holding you.
From Letras Mania