Blah_blah_blah stories, books, poems, and more
blah blah blah, love, lydia, angel, beaches, begining, black, breeze, broken hearted, crush, dawn, death, dreams, goodbye, hate, hurt, imagination, indierokker, life, me against , mourn, mystery woman, night, pain, paper towels, sad, stars, sweep, swept, the world, yada yada ya
I wrote the first part in the summer of 2009 on a balcony in Myrtle Beach, SC on a paper towel. The second half was written on June 30, 2010. Still not completed, may erase the second half and start again.
Not really worth your time. Short fairly boring poem. It's supposed to mean something, but comes off as nothing. Maybe I just can't be inspired by happiness. Or maybe I should write inspirational poems when I'm happy and not in this fucked mood. Lids?
Okay, so I was watching Phantom of the Opera and somehow got inspired to write this. Probably Angel of 'music' transfered to 'night'. I don't know, don't ask, it's too late in the night for me to think. *Yawn* -_- ZZZZ!!!