Arizona

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Somehow I got inspired by this one when listening to Cancer by Twenty One Pilots, I think it was the line where he talked about his lips being chapped that got me going.

This poem is mostly to my freind Anna, who lives in Arizona, far away from me, in the same hometown as T.O.P if that gives you a hint.

ONCE AGAIN, THY POEM IS UPON US:

The car's heat beats through my skin

pumping the blood running around my neck

It's me again,

the girl with the chapped lips,

bird nest hair, and nothing to do this summer

but write and scribble against sketchbooks

Too much sun

I scream inside my head

It's a present and a sin that no one hears us in our heads

So becuase of this I switch forward the music

I swear the only reason I listen to Twenty One Pilots

Is that my best freind truly adores them

My feet are burning from not only the heat

But the thought that she is so far away from me.....

Where has my best friend been?

I heard things.

Whispers from the walls and empty halls...

Suspicions and guesses

That she is too angry to speak

Has to punch a wall just so she can feel soft and calm

What has happened

To the girl who used to breathe inside of me

I guess when you love someone who lives what seems to be

on the other side of the world...

In cactus land full of sand

to poke her days away

and bury her alive

Forming sandstorms on the inside

I wish,

I wish I was there, in cactus land

To guard her from the pokey things

and blowing things

and stupid things that make her want to scream

I guess that's what it's like in Arizona

Where people keep sipping green tea

Sweet peace in Arizona

At least that's what I thought it could be

Now I'm laughing again because my dad has come back to start the car with a giant grin.


Does she even have one?



I couldn't imagine the life my

Cactus poking

Sandstorm creating

Scorpion loving

Best freind has to endure

In Arizona.

Well I guess I'd better go and turn off the T.O.P radio

Here we go

I'll meet you some day in Green-tea-ville

Arizona

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Love you Anna, I know it's rough for you down there but hang in there.

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