I'm think looking for motivation in the wrong places.
Spending two hours reading poetry online and drinking two cups of coffee,
completely avoiding my workout and my homework.
I need a break from my brain, its a scary place.
I'm sick of saying "I"
I want to worry about someone else but when I do,
Its even scarier.
What if I lose them, what if I make another mistake?
I miss the sun, and my gunea pig.
I miss the days spent swimming in big rivers
I miss the days of innocent play and swing sets.
I miss the idea of you, the man by my side,
ready to save me from my own thoughts,
You were a dream, I woke up to reality.
Why is reality such a nightmare?
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
I'm think looking for motivation in the wrong places.
Spending two hours reading poetry online and drinking two cups of coffee,
completely avoiding my workout and my homework.
I need a break from my brain, its a scary place.
I'm sick of saying "I"
I want to worry about someone else but when I do,
Its even scarier.
What if I lose them, what if I make another mistake?
I miss the sun, and my gunea pig.
I miss the days spent swimming in big rivers
I miss the days of innocent play and swing sets.
I miss the idea of you, the man by my side,
ready to save me from my own thoughts,
You were a dream, I woke up to reality.
Why is reality such a nightmare?
First poem! I love the site so I thought I'd add my own. Hope you like it :)