just me

today there will be no poem , or way in which i write , i am feeling sick , and my brain keeps thinking about bananna creame pie, i dream about wonderwall , and know he thinks of me not at all , and i wonder to myself why ? is he loose in the head or just not right , and the only answers that come is his first love holds him and she holds him well , and my brain talks to me and says carrie why would he like you the way you like him , and to my replie i wish i could say for sure not but one time he said to me dont stop that odd and the strange , and maybe i like that he puts my ego in cheak , that i cant read him , and to all of this i will put him to the side until he gives me some sort of sign in which i fear may never come crushes suck , poem next week updates when ever i feel : }

wonderwall   i will be around in the front drop by say hi i will keep this girlish crush in cheak  but i will keep looking , not flirting for some strange reason i cant flirt with you not in my way aggggggga and this ofcorse is confession of someone with a very stuffy head and on benadrly ok


i am going home ----------