It's safe to say
it's all the same
and there's no change
for a while
It's been you and me
and apathy
daring to turn the dial
Am I the victim of a limit?
Or a heatsink of self hatred?
Must I always see your face
When I lay down in my warm bed?
I'm still a little high on
what I had to say
11 AM fumes
are headed my way
This is where I fall apart
Inches before the finish line
Can't pick myself up again
and it's alright
Now see me drift to sleep
of hazy dreams
lined up in single file
Jump start my heart
it's hard
It's more junk on the pile.
Am I the victim of a limit?
Or a heatsink of self hatred?
Must I always see your face
When I lay down in my warm bed?
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About Me
- JJ Lynn
- I'm currently a freshman at NYU . I'm majoring in Film/TV at the Tisch School of the Arts. I'm supposed to graduate in 2015. Right now, I'm probably supposed to be writing an essay. I play a little guitar. By that I mean I don't play that well. Though a little guitar would be neat as well. I want to be a film editor when (if) I grow up. I play chaser/beater for the NYU Nundu, our very own Quidditch team. I enjoy Cheez-its, long walks on the beach, and oxford commas.
2 comments:
I love love love love love this one. Its, deep and cute at the same time. Which is hard to do cause a lot of cute thigns are pretty shallow. but yea if you didnt get it I love it :) haha <3
"This is where I fall apart
Inches before the finish line
Can't pick myself up again
and it's alright"
I feel like this often. I agree with Alyssa wholeheartedly. This was really deep, but short and sweet at the same time.
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