Wednesday, March 9

* *Lost * *

Where am I going?
What shall I do?
After I kicked you out
There's nothing to do

No one to focus my energies
No one to think of
No one to fondly smile at
No one to fantasize

Don't get me wrong
I don't want you back
I've seen through your skin
And read through your skull

But I'm supremely bored
Sick of this dry spell
You stupid idiot
You brought this on me!!

Thus quoth Joie at 10:08 PM