I suck, I know you don't have to say it lol. I'm sorry I just haven't had any inspiration lately and it's the holidays and my birthday is coming up. That isn't an excuse but I really apologize for waiting. ☺️❤️
I hate the song that plays to its fullest volume, from my radio.
It reminds of you.
Of us trying to hit those high notes and our voices cracking.
We'd laugh it off,
we had tones of fun.
Every damn time I hear it, I rush to shit it off.
It makes me feel things I don't want to fucking deal with.
It makes me wish we were still us.
Still singing our hearts out 'till my mom told me to come home.
No matter how hard I try, those lyrics creep themselves into my mind.
I find my fingers hovering over the playlist you made just for me.
Playing those familiar keys.
Guess I should put it on repeat.
With love,
Casuallycool
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Unsent Letters (COMPLETED)
PoetryWelcome to reality. A book in which Casuallycool writes letters and never sends them. (Hence the title) This book contains profanity.
