Sick from worry.
Anxious in my chest.
My chest is in my stomach.
My stomachs turning round.
Life’s quite short, so please don’t frown.
I’m new in town,
this here’s not my own throne.
To you I’m known, to others I’m not.
So rest your head, against your chest.
And let poor sorrow go.
Tomorrow we will know, tomorrow we will go.
This place is magic, this place inside my head.
The place where my dreams prosper.
The place old dreams lay dead.
Sunshine and daisies, magical lands.
Unicorns, butterflies and childlike trends.
Bipolar minds live bipolar lives.
So many dreams, not enough time.
I know that I’m genuine, and I know that I’m kind.
Please mommy tell me, is it you that I’m like?
Or is it my dad, ’cause I know he’s sick too ?
But that’s a new story I wont get into.
I know you’re both sorry, and don’t be ashamed.
Mom, you raised a good daughter.
Dad, she thinks she’s to blame.
For my fears and my worries but we’re on the same page – of the book, near the ending where she carries the flame.
It’s the end of this poem, one last thing you should know, I’m a passionate person, for that – I THANK YOU.
She caught a glimpse of herself, existing, lonely.
In her mind, drowned by the sound of sad songs and ex lovers.
What could of been, cut short by what never was.
Memories, is all he holds – she holds.
Lost kisses muffled by the rain, trapped in the perfume that she wore that night.
For in that moment She felt lonely but she was never alone.
The sky is so vast, The stars are so far away, yet we feel their beauty and sense their pain.
I sense you, like a ghost in the blackness of the night.
Its dark now and I shouldn’t be thinking of you.
I never loved you, not real love, I thought I loved you, then you left.
It was like we were living our own romantic movie, you touched my heart Q.
But I didn’t love you.
I didnt love you.
How could I if we never made love.
SEX is that all You can think of?
I said we never made love.
We never made it.
We didnt even try.
Making love, creating love, but we never had a chance.
So I smoke my weed and I’m off in a trance about how I should have told you to stay, I should have taken a stance.
GO! Love the world like you should and i’ll love mine. We both moved on and now I realize I wasted my time.