cardboard boxes and socks

an acoustic-ish sound, a light tap on the drums and some light singing will do. It will, trust me.

This man once told me I was gay during the month of May. Hah. Funny. I walked away and thought about the idea. I’d rather be gay in May than doomed in June. Red socks and locks found in sticks. Lets mix a couple of kicks, and let those winks follow through with links and pink.

Meh, die. They said die. Lie, sue, and then marry Lue, name a kid Boo. Thats life. Yeah. Yup.

If I write you this letter; will you like me better?

If you will and if you won’t. Dot the I leave the end. Because forever isn’t forever. This one girl told me… told me a story… fairy tales aren’t real and superheroes don’t exist, so don’t persist.

Don’t she said. Don’t say I. Don’t ask why.