waitingA Poem by brianna vega
im waiting for the sun to rise
i can feel the cold air grip my fingertips making them stiff nearly numb as i hit my keys i cant face this i cant face anything oh lord tell me what is right? were all sceaming out your name in the dead of night i asked for somehing to believe in and you gave me you so here i am writing more and more lines trying to get these words to sound right i keep forgetting that life is perfect even in the moments when everything seems so dark and lost © 2011 brianna vega |
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Added on February 27, 2011 Last Updated on March 3, 2011 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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