tired.A Poem by brianna vegai pull back my hair from my face ruffle it into a mess my back aches my shoulders tired from allways trying to sit up straight pretending that im living straight but my bodys so tired my mind worn thin im trying to stop using the bad things to relax but it seems almost impossible since ive fallen off the right track i just wanna break free and start fresh aim for whats good for me but my eyes are old and my heart too wise © 2008 brianna vega |
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1 Review Added on March 12, 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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