|You Got Me (standard:poetry, 113 words)|
|Author: Finn McKool||Added: Mar 19 2003||Views/Reads: 1665/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It's called that because I'm going to be making this up on the fly. I have no idea what I'm about to write. Hope it's good!|
So I'm sitting here. And I'm waiting. I'm waiting for someone to listen. I'm waiting for someone to speak. I'm waiting for someone to kiss me. I'm waiting for my knees to get weak. Instead my back is hurting. And all I want to do is sleep. Instead I don't know who to turn to. I just want to stay in bed and weep. Is this a mental imbalance? Some new insanity? Or am I just choking, On my life's own banality? Dust bunnies and silence. Cigarettes and porn. Depression and drinking. Boredom and scorn. I'm tired of dancing Alone in my head. I'd try something different. But I'm chained to my bed. Tweet
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