[Boredom Unheard]

So im sitting in the chair feeling kind of poetic. Thought i would write a poem about something pathetic. I have a feeling this poem wont even make sense. But suddenly it felt like my heart lost its defense. Random linesz in my notebook that im spittin off the brain. Itsz funny how i liked her and itsz driving me insane. When my eyesz layed on her my heart fell to my kneesz. My mind wasz filled with possibilitiesz and i forgot to breathe. Something told me i should sit with her and talk a little while. the moment i took action my gace wasz bleszed with a smile. But now itsz one month later and i know ur not my type. But now i see i shouldnt follow the hype. But now im bored and hungry and nobody wantsz to feed me. Imma try and write a poem datsz gunna scream out READ ME! 

lmao idk odee bored!