4.23.11

What are you writing she asked me
Oh nothing I said
Just thoughts about nonsense 
Words to go unread
So why do I write at all
To get everything out of my head
It doesn't come out like a beautiful masterpiece
But as if somebody threw up instead
I hardly ever reread my words
And I know you don’t read them at all
But I still write
About things left unsaid
About everything and nothing
Words to go unread