Mediocre Poems

100 Ways

There's a 100 ways that I could admit to you about how wrong I was...

I manage to bump music still and laugh

There's not a lot to be said on either end, but I say what I can and when I can to make you understand

My way of learning you and you're way of being you is what I don't understand

Time is short, but I have all these ways on me and one-hundred ways to get this off my chest

Breathing shortly

Breathing rapidly

I dilly dally along my way and stay in tune with the latest news

Still, I breath normally to tell you the good news
Is it really good news though?

No, I just wanted to lighten the mood
-silence-

I'm still learning you, so let it be
I will.

So sit back and relax, so I can tell you all about me
*sits down*

This will be my one-hundred ways of telling you