Ode to 6th grade english

Who am I?.. if nothing but another pen scrawler, smearing adjectives and conjunctions onto ruled and unruled masses. I do not base my filtering on whether or not my sentences are coherent, for coherency has no meaning to me. And neither does your critical sense of the alethic.

Stolen
Seemingly, on the inside. hopes fall, yet somehow hopes and their wishes will always find their way back home.. to you. So when you go home tonight, and when you lay alone and think of a facless companion, day dreaming of restless romances that always end up in faulty endings. Just remember that there are still hopless romantics left. whose idea of romance is simply lying on a couch next to you, falling asleep to your favorite movie, with nothing to hope for but a good night kiss and all the time in the world.

Hopes fall. but never die.