Kill me quick, kill me now
Because I don't want to have to spend
Another night sleeping
With my eyes wide open in
This cemetery world
I'm tired of hanging on
For dear life upside-down
I'm tired of being compared
To you
Remind me again how long
It takes to get out of this
And how much it doesn't hurt
To fall at this speed
Be who you are and say
Exactly what you mean
Knowing the smile in your eyes isn't fake
Even when the smile on your mouth is
I broke my writer's block today. Aren't you all proud of me? I hadn't written in something like 2 months and all of a sudden these first 3 verses came pouring out. (With my last name it's a wonder I don't get writer's block more often.) Seriously, why does everyone laugh at me and tell me I'll change my mind when I say I want 8 kids? I do. Don't tell me differently. (This is a different topic.) It's not that uncommon of a thing. I want a large family. What is wrong with that? Today was my Grandpa's birthday, so we went over there and had cake, and then spent 4 hours there, just hanging out. It was really good. I opened one of my Grandma's old jewelry boxes, and the smell of her drifted out. I almost started crying. I hadn't smelled her since she died, and that was 9 years ago now, when I was 7. It shouldn't have affected me as much as it did, but somehow I don't want to change it. Strange way for a 16-year-old girl to spend her Friday evening, nein? Guten nacht.
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hmm. not quite sure what to say, other than I liked it - it's good. :)
Okay. People should comment on my poem. I want to know if you liked it or if you hated it, and what you liked and hated, because that's the only way I'm ever going to be a better writer. You won't hurt my feelings if you don't like it, I'm just curious. That's the purpose of me putting it on here, I want to know what you think. And don't tell me it's good if you don't think so. Thank you.
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