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End of the Day

Where have I been?

Busy.

Glad we got that out of the way.

Now.

One night recently, I was talking with my friend Matthew (I have friends now; future blog post coming about that), and we started talking about writing. I can’t exactly remember how we got to that point, but I think I have an idea. Anyway, I told him about something I wrote, and he asked if I put it on here. I originally wrote it for my second book (it’s nonfictional), but then I thought about what he said and decided to put it on here. It was originally a song, but I think it’s more of a poem or spoken word or something; I actually don’t know. It kind of randomly came to me in the middle of the day. I’m pretty proud of it, but I think I might edit it. Anyway, here is my thing titled “End of the Day.”

Okay, listen up
I’m a bit of a mess, pretty much a screw up
Yet all I ever do is promote self love
I get called two-faced just cuz of my sign
I know, right?
I put others before myself
Which could pretty much damage my health
But fills me with so much wealth
Like everyone I have issues
Hopefully you have tissues
I apologize too much and I think that’s okay

But at the end of the day
I hope you love me anyway
With the loud laughs and unforgettable tumbles,
Will I get to hear the rumble of your chuckle?
During the lowest of lows and my mindless mistakes,
Will you love me anyway?

I either talk too much or don’t talk enough
I get told I eat like a pig
My insecurities lead me to wanting to wear a wig
I’m so sure of myself
Yet I’m so full of doubt
Happy, angry, sad
No matter what, I shout
I overanalyze everything
I get stuck in my head
Call me picky, call me snarky, call me whatever you want

But at the end of the day
I hope you love me anyway
With the loud laughs and unforgettable tumbles,
Will I get to hear the rumble of your chuckle?
During the lowest of lows and my mindless mistakes,
Will you love me anyway?

I fully accept you
Will you fully accept me
I could see us growing old together
I can see what we’ll be
I’m perfectly imperfect
Tell me you love me
At the end of each day

Sooo…. what do you think?

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