My fishnet hose creep up my thigh
Its just another night
Hopefully one to remember
For me to remember that is.
What am I looking forward to?
Frat houses
Frat boys
And the bitches that flaunt their stuff to get laid.
That is what lies ahead,
A promising future,
A waste of time,
Of energy,
Of me.
I type and the words flow from my mind.
Tonight followed a day of surprises.
An amazing person,
A walk in the woods,
Embarrassment and laughter,
A timeless kiss.
So why do I sit here so empty?
A glass filled with nothing but despair,
The rim of the glass lined with words.
Here I sit,
Alone,
Absorbing the silent surroundings,
All a blessing in itself.
Questions come without fail.
They fill my mind quickly
But it has yet to overflow.
They’re searching for the answers,