This Is The Part, Where We Start To Feel Better
So, anyways I was reading somebody's emo poetry not too long ago (just some random person's ramblings) and it kinda bugged me that people held it in such acclaim. So, seeing that it didn't look that hard to write...here's one I just wrote...
Bitter winds cut through my already scarred soul.
My worn leather coat of dreams can't keep them out.
The ice cracks as my legs carry me to parts unknown.
My thoughts trail off, off on a railroad track that was long ago torn apart.
The phone hangs from it's chord,
It's ambient beeping reminds me of your voice.
Your voice, and how I miss it so, so much.
I'd rather be in a dessert, parched with no water;
Than where I am, parched without you.
A dessert would be welcome right now;
The waves of sand and heat could dry my tears, maybe.
Don't worry that you didn't rememer your keys, when you left;
The doors always unlocked.
P.S.
College...is...neat
P.S.S
Comment if you want, I could really give two shits if you do or don't.
Posted at 12:16 pm by steve_uselman
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