an unseccesful girls night outAnd the morning started with us tired and stressed Still feeling theA Story by brianna vegaAnd the morning started with us tired and stressed Still feeling the day before i awoke to get dressed And we sit and wait And all I can hear are complaints And in my mind I just know I don’t want to be here but i just sit and watch while you all run around and run away were falling apart but no one will see i want to be noticed
By someone anyone but ill just sit and listen And finally we take off two gone and the rest upset Speeding through freeways you play what I cant hear Its hurting my ears And all I can hear are complains Do u even see me back here So I plug in headphones and listen To things that make sense But ur list isn’t long So ill end up listening to the same songs And my ears are closed my head back And I can still feel yesterday so we arrive with a sigh so much traffic while I dream and as we walk under glittery lights I blow smoke on those who pass by Hoping my scent Will travel with since my body cant And strange kids play peeking into glittery displays Kids who aren’t afraid And all I can hear are ur complaints While the streets glitter around me Woke with a frown but the drumbeats pumped it out So when that kid spins on the street I wish it was me Wish I could jump in and join Cuz I can feel the beat but here u are tugging on my sleeve And all I can hear are complaints. © 2010 brianna vega |
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Added on September 5, 2010 Last Updated on September 5, 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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