new accountim going to put a bunch of my old stuff up first then move on to my new stuff. im not the greatest poet ever but it's something i love to do
laterushed, it was all rushed.late
from birth to death, from sex to love.
im sick of this rush
kick back, laid back i cant sit still each step is done with speed i cant sit still
no i cant sit still
try to stop me
and i'll
i dont know i'll be gone so fast dont stop me
i need this
im running out of time
i need every second every tick and tock
rushed, im always rushed from step to stomp
from high fives to fucking im sick of this rush
chill, take a load off i carry too much
let me go downi miss the times when i sat around waiting for someone to calllet me go down
so i can pick myself up off the ground and waste the day, not expecting to fall.
i've never been a kid and now i swear im in reverse and i dont take no shit
no, im not okay
im getting worse
i'll be forever stuck
in a whirlwind of lies and sure it kinda sucks but this is my life happiness passing by
so give me my space and let me just go so i can feel my place and sure, i'll never know
thinki sit here legs crossedthink
and thinking of you what did i do? all those questions in my head drilling and making
all of this worse
than how it was
In the cornersilly little girlIn the corner
at the coffee house thinking love and why
she's so alone
a glance at strangers
but no eye contact
she's afraid of being seen
so she writes her thoughts and feelings in a little
flower journal
each line a hidden secret desire...
than she thinks harder about how
she could be better how she can achieve
"perfection" seeing lovers holding hands pecks on the cheeks
takes another sip
to keep awake to stay up and...
contemplate on how her world will never... change.
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