So lately, I’ve been really inspired by spoken word. At the banquet on Sunday, a piece was performed and it touched me so much. All day today I couldn’t help but look up spoken word. I decided to write my own. A little piece of me because although we are all different, we are all beautiful.
he looked rly sad too and i wanted to be like
“everything is ok bud”
AND THNE I REMEMBERED I DONT KNOW HIS NAME SO I JUST RAN INSIDE MY HOUSE
i cant remember my neighbors name but he clearly remembers mine. so whenever i he sees me he says my name and i just feel bad because im just like.
“HI.” then i run into my house.
i cant ask what his name is. we’re too far into this relationship for me to be like “wat is ur name again.”