Skipping class to sway to Sinatra
And read poetry with a romantic's heart
I reach for my own pen, inspired
Curl up in the sunlight
Words stutter out
And stay
Stay on the page
Not reaching for the stars or the moon
Not leaping from this cage
I will never make my dreams come true
Now even sure what I dream of anymore
What's worth wishing for?
Stay
Stay in my room
With a locked door and sweaters swallowing up
Cold skin and frantic moods
I will never cross paths with you
At this rate, nor in fact with anyone
Who's worth an open door?
Why bother hoping for more?
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
Skipping class to sway to Sinatra
And read poetry with a romantic's heart
I reach for my own pen, inspired
Curl up in the sunlight
Words stutter out
And stay
Stay on the page
Not reaching for the stars or the moon
Not leaping from this cage
I will never make my dreams come true
Now even sure what I dream of anymore
What's worth wishing for?
Stay
Stay in my room
With a locked door and sweaters swallowing up
Cold skin and frantic moods
I will never cross paths with you
At this rate, nor in fact with anyone
Who's worth an open door?
Why bother hoping for more?
I had a nice afternoon and I wrote a depressing poem about it.
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