Christine Chang

That was me

Together we were
Listening to your ipod,

Sitting side by side
In the back of a running bus.

The song switched
All of sudden,

You didn’t know what happened,
I pretended like I didn’t know what happened;

You were confused,
I pretended like I was confused.

That was me
Who shook and shuffled,

I’m sorry,
I did it on purpose.

The song before was a torture,
I had to free my ears.

It had no melody,
Just a messy combination of notes.

Your taste in music is
Just beyond my understanding.

No offense to you,
But I would never listen to that kind of song.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]


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