In the sequel,
I shall try not living in the future
And treating today like a drab rest-stop.
I remember when we first met
Telling you how my true loves were,
Now one year on the shelf.
It is pitiful how a fall in life is necessary
You suffer criss,
In order to justify a charming weekend.
I exist in no one's thoughts,
I appear in no one's memories,
But the ever-vigilant guardian of my soul.
For absolutely nothing at all
In the sequel...well...I hope they cast me.
Created: Apr 02, 2014andrewhip Document Media