Thursday, May 13, 2010

Breathe Slowly

Sit down and enjoy the show
Don't be so quick to leave
There's nothing else for you to do
No other people you have to meet

Sorry if I keep things going
Sorry if I seem a bit anxious
I can't really help it
It's the problem whenever you run less

I have a feeling that I would love being shot
because my head is full of "she loves me, she loves me not"
There must have something I forgot to mention
Anything I could have said to ease the tension

Unfit and we're lost on a road
going nowhere, running out of gas
Learning what's on the other side
has never been more exciting than the past

What's there to lose if I'm just like the rest?
After all, I'm just a teenager on the borders of self destruction...

2 comments:

Muffin said...

you sld really do they poetry slam thing :)

Alyssa <3 said...

I really like the title of this for some reason :). But oh the joys of comfusion and longing. It seems as you said we destroy our selves with everything we put our selves through. Really good writting though :).