Our heads

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So my friend Anna was playing this song on her ukulele and something just flickered I guess.

Anyway here goes:

Our empty heads were heavy with too much helium

So much that we couldn't even focus

Balloons shaped like hearts

Pins and needles slicing them down the middle

So now we can't focus on the world

With all the helium buzzed into our brains

Put there by ungrateful thinking

And everyday

as we are clumping into balls

and rolling ourselves down the streets

full of worry

We think

I hope the sky will never fall onto us

Just know,

We all will fade into the ground one day,

For now let's not just sit by

Watch paint dry

No.

That's not how this flying pen floats.

No.

You know we're both better that

You know...

I'M SORRY

I THOUGHT WE'D BE BURNED INTO THE STARS

BUT NOW WE'RE WORTHLESSNESS

WE'RE NOTHING

STOP. STOP.

NO.

WHAT AM I THINKING?!

tell me what am i doing?

have I let you down?

i remember how insane was that day

you held my hand

told me we haven't failed with our kind of heads.

you know that's just a flower shop card of a lie

than i realize

what are we doing?

we just turned 14

life is still there for us to live

Our helium hearts become full.

And we float away.

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Umm so this one is weird.... I am just trying to tell you, that you shouldn't waste wallowing away your life in a hole of depression,
as some people do.

as sometimes I do.

It's not for long, sometimes a few seconds... sometimes a few days.

I guess my only way to explain this is that I love people too much.

Some more than others

In which I can't dig into detail.

But if you feel like what you want... something you want to happen... can't happen somehow.... You shouldn't waste time in your life tearing tears out of your eyes in your mind, giving yourself stupid headaches for important, but unimportant reasons.

Of course these things should stay as footprints behind you

But

Move on

I know, I know, that's stupid cat poster talk but

For me I fill my millisecond moments of disspare with writing.

So try to find your millisecond moment filler

And live as much as you can.

Ok i'm tired now,

I didn't exactly expect for this to be so long, almost 400 words but just listen to what I wrote.

Ok bye!

~ Lizbeth thy pastelpolarbear658

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