I write poetry, short stories, and journal entries about my family, friends, crime, drama, and sometimes life.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Mood Ring
I once bought two friendship rings that changed color. I met a girl, gave one away and kept the other.
My ring didn't fit and it was in my pocket when you made me feel like I was insignificant.
Time passed and pain became anger. I stopped eating. Started exercising.
Now I'm slimmer. Now I'm more confident. Now the ring fits. Now I meet girls a lot.
And when they ask about it, I tell them it's my mood ring.
They say I'm adorable. They say it's cute and ask my mood.
So I tell them it's stuck on horny.
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