Originally Posted by: Jolly McJollysonWere I to write this poem in my own style (as in actually spend time on it...probably a week), I'd free verse something about a laundromat...for some reason I feel like break-up poetry should take place in a laundromat, and somehow tie the routine boredom and monotony to the breakup.

Lead in night
at the Laundromat
And I'm staring at
you pulling clothes from a dryer
And I'm wondering
how I got here
Cause it seems somehow
I keep getting stuck in the mire

I needed this
more than I knew
And I let you down
and I said I'm sorry
But the light it falls
on my castle walls
And my basketballs
pelt me with bricks in my dreams

Tonight, well maybe
What you need I hope it finds you (Oh I might)
I might be, well maybe
Maybe some day you'll get it right (Oh I)

If I could bottle my hopes
in a store bought scent
They'd be nutmeg peach
and they'd pay the rent
And I'd ride a horse,
and I'd teach a course
On how I got to be
a star crossed pimp

Gonna live forever boy (I might)
Oh you're a clever boy (Maybe)
And no you never said goodnight (Oh I might)

I might, well maybe
What you need I hope it finds you
Are you a clever boy
Gonna live forever boy
Maybe some day you'll get it right (Oh I might)


(Ode To Maybe - Third Eye Blind, Track 7 off of "Blue")