bus rides & words to pass the timeA Poem by brianna vegayou dont want to live & you dont want to give in the worlds so beautiful in all of its waste your beds so empty you want to sink in your nothing but faliure in your mothers eyes another punching bag and pill to help her sleep at night family full of strangers who think they know you and your the only one who says i love you hitched to goodbye in your lovers eyes all you see is his face reflected black reflected back you watch the world spin but no one watches you or how you move this bus rides so silent humming wheels and passing cars and your broken headphones cant block it out you want to scream as they watch you silently glued to thier seats you dont want to live & you dont want to give in the worlds so gorgeous in all of its waste so you live for drunken nights held tight held tight but all he sees is himself reflected in your eyes watching waves at the beach as they crash and falll crash and fall counting helicopters as stars in polluted dark skys this worlds so gorgeous in all of its waste so you live for cigarettes they make you sick sometimes an empty stomache lungs filled with ash books and cds to make this bus more entertaining than watching the streets your wishing your the girl some guy sung about wrote about everyline isnt enough to get it out and the worlds so gorgeous in all of its waste and when your boyfriend tells his friends why he loves you so why he loves you so you want to scream as you over hear thats not me thats not me. © 2010 brianna vega |
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Added on February 18, 2010 Last Updated on April 14, 2010 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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