I woke up with an emo punk song in my head but ended up writing this pop punk crap.
Don’t say hi or hello
Our talk will have its toll
Once you’ve sparked the flow
Of words beyond my control
Don’t send me home
I don’t want to go
To places that we may roam
Where we’d be rolling out dough
Don’t touch me or say that you care
Don’t fancy or ruffle my hair
Don’t party and say that you’d share
For presence should at least be paired
Don’t wake me up
I’m in slumber so deep
It was last night’s tea cup
That wouldn’t let me sleep
Don’t forgive me
I’ll never remember
The things you said to me
Were in a previous lecture
Don’t compliment
I’ll miss it the next day
Don’t stop the argument
For we had a lot to say
congratulations, that was vacuous.
*lol* somehow this has sparked something in me, and I present you this in memory of that fateful day when a girl checked out your shoes instead of you:
Girl…
I thought you were into me
Instead what I see
That you look down on me
To my shoes, and it aint Nike
Two of us in the store
One staring
One wanting more
Speculating eyes be never ending
I turn away in wonder
As your face goes sombre
In all my years I would remember
The girl who checked out my shoes in December
~ Mystery Wolf