Your smile was so beautiful I didn’t even care to look at

All the pretty girls in mini skirts


Too bad, we’ve grown

Apart. Too bad, but truth is that

I don’t miss you at all.

Still, your smile was so sincere

I wouldn’t mind seeing it tomorrow

Under the lights of a crowded party,

Where, full of anxiety,

I’d hold your hand and ask you

To immediately drive me back home




This is probably not a poem. Not sure what it is. Who cares?




4 thoughts on “Sincerity

      1. Well, after both Pulp Fiction and Lost Highway, I walked out of the theater asking myself, “What the hell just happened?”

        Maybe it’s works better to see both of them while you’re stoned.


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