Find me a bridge of brittle leaves
And give me a hand to hold
Help me into this cold, cold night
And don't question where I am when you wake up
Parade me through your streets
In the biting wind
Memories collecting under coffin
Because what else is heavy enough to weigh them down
Teach me to forget
Who I was in the summer
And who I will become as winter draws me in
Don't let me think beyond pumpkins and fallen leaves and a horrible holiday based on buried history
When the first snowflake dances it's way to the ground
Don't let me remember that vivid orange
Or the people I've hurt as manic
I fall prey to manic
Spring into pixie
In the summer, I am just a girl
And winter feels like no more than dream when my eyes won't even open in the first place
So let me sleep
Draw closed curtains and clear out tacky orange paper jack o lanterns
Drape me in white canopy, shivering.Paint my lips blue from hypothermia
And line my fingers in the certainty of frostbite
Shut my eyes
Let me sleep
And maybe, just maybe
I'll wake up in time for spring
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Please, Disregard
PoetryAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
