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Unintelligible Susurration


Unamused aquaintance


Here I was
A new person
In need of a friend

You spied me
Sitting in the corner
Where the sun
Does not shine

We became
The best of friends

We could not
Be ourselves
Without being
The other simultaneously

Isn't it ironic
That I can't
Excite you anymore?

Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem during a time when I had many friends. Yes. I do not have 'any' friends right now. Anyway, it describes how my friend became my friend when I was 'sitting in the corner'. But then, we knew each other inside and out so I assume our friendship became a bore and thus I felt like I couldn't excite them anymore.

The basis of many of my poems come from song lyrics. This one is from 'Ignorance' by Paramore. 'Ignorance is [my] new best friend': D

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