 | Holden Caulfield (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1){kind=small} chevell) wrote, |
I'm sick to death of reading everyone's pretentious, angsty, melodramatic "poetry"
it's such a lovely day
too beautiful to waste it on ourselves
the sun is shining brightly
the stars are hiding safely from the light
the walls we put around
will shelter us from everything that's true
it's so wonderful a feeling
to imagine never feeling like we do
the skies are clear and cloudless
won't you come inside
won't you share my grief with me
on such a lovely day
so wonderful a feeling
to imagine never feeling
a day will come when days are gone
such a lovely day
so won't you share my grief with me
won't you come and hide
safe and sound from happiness
cause it's such a lovely day
July 18 2005, 22:07:56 UTC 6 years ago
July 18 2005, 22:42:17 UTC 6 years ago
Er, least I hope not.
July 19 2005, 07:17:08 UTC 6 years ago
July 19 2005, 14:32:58 UTC 6 years ago
It was aimed at someone, or several someones, because he knows lots of people online who think they're deep because they write horrible teen poetry.
That said, i don't think he's been feeling fantastic recently. I intend on dragging his arse out of the house on the weekend and giving his frail body more caffeine than it can handle as a remedy.
July 19 2005, 09:32:01 UTC 6 years ago
Hush Hush! No sad!
L.
Anonymous
July 19 2005, 12:12:42 UTC 6 years ago
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I fear for you, david.