I'm sitting on my bed, 8 pm outside,
the sun's gone down , the wind's all quiet
The stars don't shine , the headlights don't burn my eyes,
curtains all drawn, fending off the outside light
because it's just another summer night.
My room's temperature's low
I'm wearing a jacket to keep out the cold
warm coffee, fur on my feet
nothing fits in or seems just right
because it's just another summer night.
Thoughts dont keep me up,
I have nothing to dread.
there isn't any remorse or any regret
have i even lived my life?
Or merely passed my time..
it shouldn't be just another summer night.
Exhilaration, extravagance, out of control
words so foreign, words unknown
i want to let go , to feel the nights
i don't have inhibitions
nothing holding me back
I'm aware i'm quoting song lyrics
I just am bereft of words to express.
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DEAD FEELINGS
PoetryPenning down the extravaganza of thoughts that waltz in my head each day. Some dead, some alive, some barely breathing, but each one of them complete in it's isolation Some glooming, some blooming, some reflective and true, Some shrouded in shadow...
