Unknown: #2

Unknown: #2

A Chapter by Natasha

 

It was the age of innocence
Or the age of regret
Whichever was first
Whichever is next
 
I happened upon this
Catastrophe
And so I brought you
This mixtape.
From me
 
I had to revert
To the old
Type of thing
The old foolish stuff
The silly little dream
 
I don’t mind really
I kind of like this
Which translates into
I kind of like you
 
You know
Me
Not really
I’m laughing
Yes really
Don’t stop me
Don’t drop me
Mmkay
 
Yeah
So
Life
How is it?
 
Hehe
Haha
*squeal*
 
D****t. Here I am
Another random verse
Another spot on plan
 
Hey.
You’re cool.
Will you be my friend?


© 2009 Natasha


Author's Note

Natasha
If you don't get it, I'm sorry.
This is more me than you.

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I like this...but I dont know why....Its simple I guess. I like simple. Simple is like a marble on the playground. I can pick it up, or I can leave it there.

I think i will leave it there. I dont have room in my pocket for marbles, Just frogs and love notes from cute curly headed girls that like to blow bubbles in their milk. Simple is nice. I love simple, and little girls that blow.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I like this...but I dont know why....Its simple I guess. I like simple. Simple is like a marble on the playground. I can pick it up, or I can leave it there.

I think i will leave it there. I dont have room in my pocket for marbles, Just frogs and love notes from cute curly headed girls that like to blow bubbles in their milk. Simple is nice. I love simple, and little girls that blow.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hahaha, I love this. :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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