A random poem I thought of while listening to Enya at 11:55p.m.
It was about how people get covered up by masks they wear and stuff, and how if someone really wants to get to know a person, there's lotsa walls and barriers you have to knock down before that can happen.
Look at what Enya does to me ::rolls eyes in disgust::
heh, who knows what I really mean by the poem, I'm not much of a writer, I doubt I'll ever show that to anyone anyways
About Me
- Kiwi
- I am the kind of person who washes and re-uses plastic baggies and tin foil, but will fall in love with and spend an exorbitant amount on a beautiful dress. And yes, I cry at Jif Peanut Butter ads every time.
