Whispers at 1:28AM, by Lovesick and Sick of It
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I'm beginning to hate nights like this
Where I collapse on my bed and try to think
But it doesn't work....
I miss knowing what I wanted, and having some Idea of how to
get
it
I miss what we used to have, before last summer, before
everything got
complicated
I miss being a little kid, when boys had cooties and adults
could disregard anything you said since "Kids say
the darndest
things."
Do they listen anymore, or do they just hear me? When they
listen and then stop talking, do they feel beaten or
overwhelmed? Am I that good? Or do they Just want
to ignore me, dismiss my beliefs
like
they couldn't be changed, or
because I wouldn't
understand
their "Right"
answer....
And now I'm tired, after all that.
Perhaps now, at 1:35 AM, I'll be able to sleep....
Then again maybe not....
But we'll try......
zzz/ZZZ/zzz/ZZZ |
Posted: 2005-11-16 02:11:45 UTC |
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2006-01-22 06:31:06 | Lovesick and Sick of It |
Ugg.... spacing's completely screwed up which makes this really hard to read but yeah..... |
2006-07-31 21:22:35 | Zanna |
That's really good, I like it. I never know what to say to praise a poem I like so I'm sorry if I sound insincere but I really do think it's good. |