Sweat
Dripping,
Sticking,
Melting.
Smelling,
Begging for a breeze,
Disgustifying.
It makes me want to
peel
off
my
skin
and dump it in the freezer.
(Nikki says that's kind of morbid.)
But it's true-
I'm melting,
and not because a hot guy
is standing
next to me, either.
Damn schools built in the 50s
without
AIR
CONDITIONING!
Sticking,
Melting.
Smelling,
Begging for a breeze,
Disgustifying.
It makes me want to
peel
off
my
skin
and dump it in the freezer.
(Nikki says that's kind of morbid.)
But it's true-
I'm melting,
and not because a hot guy
is standing
next to me, either.
Damn schools built in the 50s
without
AIR
CONDITIONING!
posted by delalyra at
7:13 PM
3 Comments:
that, makes me hot. ;-)
By
Anonymous, at 6/10/2005 11:41 AM
woah!
lol, well I'm glad someone liked it...guess at the previous poem, if you would.
By
delalyra, at 6/10/2005 12:28 PM
gahahahahahahahahahahaha
I remember that poem...French class...right after english final...blech squared
your were right...I got an A on it by the way...finally got around to paying for that damn book.
By
Nikki, at 7/11/2005 8:52 PM
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