In the midst of a heavy rainfall,
my legs are kind of freezing
but seeing no silhouettes of others are enough to comfort.
This silly mind of mine,
likes cheese and jalapenos in pizzas.
Since everyone have left,
i am now left with no other choice but to take care of myself...
carry the burden of what i have become.
( pieces of other people jumbled together )
Because if i don't,
no fucking else will.
I am taking my time,
discovering what sauces i like in fried chicken
or what fashion styles i fuck with.
You know,
the sadness doesn't really gets out.
I'm stuck between finding out why and how or just leave it there-
but
in the midst of a heavy rainfall
i like to sip a cup of coffee, (make that three)
listen to Artic Monkeys to my left ear,
and thunderclaps' rants to my right
while drawing faces of people i never met.
And you know what?
that feels just about right
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Dazed Off
PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
