it's
not like we meant for it to happen
it
sprung upon us like a flash flood
and
Latin verbs and French genders
that
killed us on test day
but
nonetheless
it
happened
and
now we're stuck staring out a dirty
window
pane
watching
life go by in the fog
the
fog is our mind and the window
our
hearts
and
the flash flood is my soul crying out
in
pain
(i'mabadgirl'causeiamnotperfect)
(sorry)