A Toilet
A Porcelain Goddess
You sit, feel the coldness
Standing or sitting
Plopping and dropping
I later made a poem about a river because, although the one about a toilet fit the parameters it was inappropriate. But back to an explanation for this depression. I asked her out, yes I did. I obviously did it on Facebook because I don't have the personal confidence to ask her out in front of people. But then this morning my friend who rides her bus said it was a no and she felt bad about it. He said she's going to tell me to my face to help keep the blow light. When she does I'm just going to say it was my brother trolling, something I do whenever someone on my facebook gets trolled. Well him or my other friend that I use as a patsy for everything. But whatever happens happens, and either way it'll be awkward for a while.
No comments:
Post a Comment