Poetry is my way out. It's a way to shut the world out so I can try to figure it out. All though I will never figure it out. . . I tend to find something new about myself everytime I write. Whether it is good or bad. I'm just a teenage girl. . . nothing spectacular. |
Hey best friend,
I wanna smoke too...
I sat there infront of you
You watched my tears fall...
Sometimes I break down..
I cry until I can't anymore...
Boy after boy
Mistake after mistake...
It\'s Friday night and you are driving your car...
When people laugh and ask me what I see in you, I simply tell them, "everything you don't". |
I've gone through 8 boxes of tissue. Seven hours of music. Six pints of ice-cream. Five seconds of a slight smile. Four minutes of reading. Three full movies. Two best friends staying by my side. And it's only been 1 day. |
Maybe my heart didn't really skip a beat. & maybe the twinkle in your eye was just the sun reflecting weird. & maybe that feeling in my stomach was just not having enough breakfast. & maybe I just though I like you as much as I did. |