2004-12-27
- 11:46 a.m. so amy wanted me to write a poem for her father for christmas. and i did. but i didn't want to. i've never met him, rarely hear anything good about him (he left her mom while she was pregnant. if there's anything that makes me lose complete respect for you, it's not taking care of your child.) so i wrote it on christmas morning in this tired sleepy hazy and emailed it to her and later she said it was "okay." no more poems for her, eh. When you are born you know nothing You haven't always been there |