7 Foot in Counting

7 Foot in Counting

A Poem by Alicia Nicole

Yeah.
Maybe that's what it is. 
I just belong alone. 

Better dig that grave early 'cause I'm ready to fall six feet under. 

I wanna show you the other side of me.
The happy one. 
That one that came out our first day together. 
Seems like ancient history now.
Hey baby, do you think you could be the one? The one I whisper all my secrets to.

Let's be cliche here. Your eyes, they make the stars look like they aren't shining.
I'll rephrase.
Stars no longer hold my promises
My wishes
I don't have to look up and find the right one to guide me. 
You are my star. 
With you by my side, I can finally let go of everything holding me back. 

It's a constant battle. 
Worse then the one I have with my self-esteem every morning. 
I have to choose which direction to go in. 

Up, down, down, down, left right.
Hey now little angel, is that the algorithm to you heart?

Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, nine and we all fall down.
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, nine and we all fall down. 

Monday's I gotta do something to shake away the sleep.
Tuesday's it's only something slightly different. Trying to erase you face from my mind
Wednesday's I gotta do something to get his stench off of me. I miss you so bad I drive myself to stupidity. 
Thursday's my hopes of seeing you turned soggy as the rain poured down. 
Friday's I gotta find a way to fix my broken bones. I was just your flavor of the week. 
Saturday's maybe I'll just sleep my day's away. And pray the lord my dreams you don't invade. 
Sunday's I gotta fall. Put that damned smile back on and let me fall. 

Every day of the week I'm in a constant battle. 
Lets make it 23/6 so I don't gotta worry about 25/8 

I knew I should have left my keys at home. 
It's a little to late. 
'Cause now I've gotta find the one I left behind. 

6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot, 9 and we all fall down

© 2011 Alicia Nicole


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Smart and intelligent internal dialogue. Marking time. But so much of life is just like this, marking time. Trying to work things out. When none of us really know.

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Added on December 22, 2011
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Alicia Nicole
Alicia Nicole

Waynesville , NC



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