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Post by Laura on Nov 29, 2005 7:33:40 GMT -6
a/n: I don't know why I expect it to be something more than disappointment. Honestly, I don't. It wasn't even 8AM and I was already crying.
Birthday.
I don't always cry while making breakfast just on my birthday I hate today it just reminds me of how I was born and I wonder why can't think of a good enough reason at least one to please you.
I don't know why I ever expect better it's not like I deserve it - it's not like the world should stop because of today.
this will soon be insignificant and blend in with the rest of the years
nothing special here.
I can't be human anymore it's not good enough for you.
"happy birthday"
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Post by Xanthic Flower on Nov 30, 2005 16:29:33 GMT -6
My favorite part about this poem is the overall concept.
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