FUNNY HOW

I look in the mirror, and I can help to laugh. Nothing makes sense when you stop looking at images with the colors of a rainbow everything is not more manageable when you color the pages with just black and white bullpen ink, close your eyes, open your mind, and let the thoughts do their job and make you think.

I scratch my head, rub my ass, and tell myself how those things did not last, and that's why they are memories of the past.

It's funny how things do not seem the same when you refuse to give them any thought, funny how it's love that you found when the hallmark card was never bought, funny how my words that I struggle to have rhyme as found you this time