I’m stingy; I only make sense to myself
But sometimes I like to share the wealth
I longboard, I breath
I’m a regular teenage dream
Yet, I’m better than that,
I’m a reality.
Don’t worry (ladies) I have arrived,
You may proceed to stare.
All right, now stop. You’re creeping me out.
Just look at each other’s beauty or something,
As I make my daring escape.
Most will call me crazy for leaving such a situation.
Whoa.
I’m not crazy,
An eccentric who looks good in jeans, maybe,
But
Definitely
Not
Crazy.
Most others will say that this is random collection of unrelated words,
But, to me, it’s more than that,
this is a random collection of my random thoughts, placed randomly before your eyes.
(For your reading pleasure.)
I’m writing now, about the one thing that I know least of all.
The thing that continues to perplex me.
Yet something that is so near and dear to my psyche
Me.
(_Not You_)
I wish I were an
armadillo.
I like to leave things unexplained.
It helps others think about what I just said.
(I'm random.)
I always contradict myself
However, there’s one pesron that I can always agree with.
Myself.
Did you catch the mistake?
I spelled person wrong.
If you didn’t catch it then you mustn’t look back, it will only bring you pain
And if you did catch it.
Then
This
Is
Awkward…
And (pause).
I live for awkward moments
They are my bread and butter
[Minus]
The
Bread.
And
Butter
Plus my life.
I’m stingy; I only make sense to myself.
But on occasion, I’ve been known to share the wealth.