Why I Hate Passive Verbs and Love My Word Processor
Nouvelle Vague
O Pamela
This a page from my diary
The fifteen day of November
This a page from my diary
What happened that day
I don't remember
But I do remember when
I wrote these words and then
And then reread them
Slowly to myself
Without emotion
And although the feelings changed
The words still sound the same
O Pamela
Tell everyone
Hang my head in shame
Take your name in vain
O Pamela
O Pamela
I have no soul
I'm as cold as December
Maybe twice as cold
And I'm as white as the snow
Because of my age
But my hand was shaking
As I wrote this page
O Pamela
This a page from my diary
The fifteen day of November
This a page from my diary
What happened that day
I don't remember
But I do remember when
I wrote these words and then
And then reread them
Slowly to myself
Without emotion
And although the feelings changed
The words still sound the same
O Pamela
Tell everyone
Hang my head in shame
Take your name in vain
O Pamela
O Pamela
I have no soul
I'm as cold as December
Maybe twice as cold
And I'm as white as the snow
Because of my age
But my hand was shaking
As I wrote this page
harle on 5:57 pm