up till 6 in the morningA Poem by brianna vegawe sit here under the polluted night sky retelling all the feelings we try to leave behind weve poured our souls out to eachother sitting wrapped up in chilly air wipping our eyes to each others despairs the animals walk past oblivious to our crys the trees sit silently wondering at our misery wondering why us humans are so lost we st here facing our deepest saddest thoughts trying to comprehend each others lives trying to asssure that were not just going insane telling ourselves that this life is worth the pain and the cats walk by suspicious of our tears suspicious of the tone of voice used in our explainations of why we seem to cry at night and the trees watch silently unmoved by our want of self realization wondering why we make our lives so complicated watching silently while we try to analyze our feelings we sit in this chilly air trying to make sure that its all worth our fears worth all these internal tears.
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2008 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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