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wasting my time Aug 2015
We complain because we would rather lay in bed and watch netflix and eat food, but we don't realize that in a blink of an eye and a flash of a light we'll be dreaming of the days we could walk around the halls. We'll dream of sitting at a desk and writing papers. We will dream to dress ourselves again, tie our shoes, to decide what we want to do with our lives. Our eyes will burn to see our best friends from high school again, to feel their hug one last time. To jump up and down in joy because of making the sports team you dreamed of, or the musical you always wanted to be the main role in. And when you are laying in that white bedroom with white sheets and a white gown, you'll dream of your parents. You'll dream of all the pets you had. You'll dream of the clothes you used to wear, and those hip new shoes that were in style for about a year. You'll dream to feel lake water between your toes and the waves crashing against the sand. You'll WISH to see it all again. It's all going by so fast and before you know it, it will all be a dream. Be excited for what's to come. This isn't cliche. This is real life. Enjoy what's given to you. It can be taken away from you in just a blink of an eye
wasting my time Dec 2014
Dreams either come true
or they burn into stars
But the way you
whispered hymnals into my head

Bones break into a million pieces
causing organs to fail
I let you tear my bones
and now my heart is missing

Windows are foggy from the heat
I guess that's why I couldn't see
And the night sky was closed
But your eyes created the darkness

If you stare at the ceiling long enough
the walls will start to cave in
I learned this from you
And my eyes turned black that night

You didn't let me speak but
I'm glad you kept humming
Street lights are supposed to lighten the street
But they darkened your clothes

I found my heart this morning
the blood draining between my fingers
See, I was never sad about you
But I kept tripping on the smoke

I can't tell if you know about me anymore
You never really did
And I couldn't look at you because
I was scared what I would find

Dreams either come true
or they burn into stars
But you whispered to me and
My dreams burned stars into my soul

— The End —