Poem

one day, each of us burned
a CD for the last time, but
we didn't know it was
the last time. 

long story short, 
I need a million bucks
and like six hugs,
maybe then...

hey, if hard tacos
can fall apart
and still be amazing,
so can I!

the last CD I burned
was called KJ3,
and it was for a girl
that I loved.