There Is Apparently Limits On What Titles Can Be, Even For Poems

Aye: Its 1AM and I Feel Like Writing Poems

On My Mind

She was the light of my day

The smile on my face

The reason my heart raced

The thought I couldn't erase

I'm surprised I made it 

I felt so weak, alone, and afraid

And when I was around her

Well, of course

My mind was blank, my stomach in knots, and I was falling apart

I couldn't help but be an idiot

But sadly to my cowardice

I never told her

I couldn't bring myself

Its like I wanted to suffer

On My Way

Give them a shot

Let them live their dreams

The roads are hard

And long

But in the end its worth it

Even though along the way

Your tire got a flat

You were going miles on the old, sandy road and the gas ran out

Your original route was destroyed 

The potholes were infinite 

But as long as you don't give up

You'll make it

And when you do

You'll break down and cry

To realize the sacrifices you made

The dents, scratches on your car

Just remember this is what you wanted

Did you smile after you cried?

Short

That's it

Its sunny outside

Not really

Its 1 am and there's a storm going on

There's a lot of screaming and gunshots

I wish this was going somewhere

But I'm just short of creativity 

(Im tired)

 

Its only a knife to your heart, you'll be fine.  Its not like you're dying or anything.

               - Satan