How do I know, if I could ever trust you?
Even if I know, I never really knew you
You're such a real ghost, hanging in the distance
A face with an unrealistic name,
But perhaps just too real to me
Not afraid of you the most, hope you work on persistence
A life beyond your drive
But perhaps just personality
You don't know me
Though you've heard about me, I bet
You don't know me
Though you've learned about me, unless
You weren't really paying attention
To your home, what was really going on
In front of your eyes
Have you worked it out?
(She doesn't deserve it)
Don't try to crawl out
(She doesn't deserve it)
Just tilt your head down
And figure this out
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About Me
- JJ Lynn
- I'm currently a freshman at NYU . I'm majoring in Film/TV at the Tisch School of the Arts. I'm supposed to graduate in 2015. Right now, I'm probably supposed to be writing an essay. I play a little guitar. By that I mean I don't play that well. Though a little guitar would be neat as well. I want to be a film editor when (if) I grow up. I play chaser/beater for the NYU Nundu, our very own Quidditch team. I enjoy Cheez-its, long walks on the beach, and oxford commas.
1 comment:
I feel like this could have a bunch of different meanings. Which makes it confusing. But I like the contradiction in it, and there is a heavy sense of loss.
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