an unseccesful girls night outAnd the morning started  with us tired and stressed Still feeling the

an unseccesful girls night outAnd the morning started with us tired and stressed Still feeling the

A Story by brianna vega

And 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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brianna vega
brianna vega

city of lost angels, CA



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