too many bangles.

wrote you a dozen letters never sent them, my words could be better, pretty little hipsters pose whilst reading prose, orange and white covers, high-buttoned collars, cross-legged in rows, we make fun of them, but we secretly wish we were one of them, i used to know some of them, way back when, we hated our school uniforms, its funny cos our style's just like it, but we used to complain, oh we so disliked it, think i'm so cool with my half-rhymes, could i be like seth sentry? gonna send him a hoodie  with my name on so he'll know me, now the frost is building and it's probably freezing but i'll walk through that cold night air to spend some time with a boy who likes to make babies cry...