There are things that I do not speak For it is a secret meant to keep What happened last year in May Is what I try to keep at bay Even though I haven't made a sound I do not want this secret to be found Because of the promise I gave I'll take this secret to the grave
I just love that poem. My friend, PotatoFudge, wrote that for me on my birthday a few years ago. To me, the poem sounds dark and a little depressing, only a little. Tday was extremely boring except for the fact that my friend drew vines all over my right arm with a sharpie during English. Still, that wasn't as fun as making toast this morning and I didn't even make toast. I have a feeling that this whole week is going to be boring.
[Slightly] · Mon Dec 11, 2006 @ 09:38pm · 0 Comments |