I've got him in my head
I say to myself "When did this become more serious than just friends?"
But my mind doesn't know
And my heart seeks what it seeks.
I've got him in my head
He talks like he has no idea, like everything is normal and we're still just friends
But I'm falling apart and wondering
Why my heart seeks what it seeks
I've got him in my head
Everyone around me seems to see that we're more than just friends
Maybe he still doesn't know
Maybe he just doesn't care
After all, I'm just a girl
Who doesn't know what she wants
Or why her heart seeks what it seeks
I say to myself "When did this become more serious than just friends?"
But my mind doesn't know
And my heart seeks what it seeks.
I've got him in my head
He talks like he has no idea, like everything is normal and we're still just friends
But I'm falling apart and wondering
Why my heart seeks what it seeks
I've got him in my head
Everyone around me seems to see that we're more than just friends
Maybe he still doesn't know
Maybe he just doesn't care
After all, I'm just a girl
Who doesn't know what she wants
Or why her heart seeks what it seeks
Dats kinda sad T_T
I'm the problem child wraking havoc and mayhem
Having my parents ask "Why did God make him?"
The question asked and no answer returned
It's like a knife in the back, a pain unearned
I'm the funny child, full of laughter and joy
I'm the guilty one hiding my brother's broken toy
Loved as much as I am spurned by my kin
But it's all okay because we all show our love in the end
I'm the crazy child, a drinker, and a perv.
I'm the guy in the corner trying to get up the nerv.
Not all that funny unless the winds are just right
Totally the guy you could take home for a night
Finally the end of these lines has come
I need a drink, perhaps some 151 Rum
It's to quiet my spirit with some alcoholoic edge
To quiet me so that I might step back from this ledge....
Ok no idea where I was going with the last stanza XD WOOT POETRY IS FUNNNN
I'm the problem child wraking havoc and mayhem
Having my parents ask "Why did God make him?"
The question asked and no answer returned
It's like a knife in the back, a pain unearned
I'm the funny child, full of laughter and joy
I'm the guilty one hiding my brother's broken toy
Loved as much as I am spurned by my kin
But it's all okay because we all show our love in the end
I'm the crazy child, a drinker, and a perv.
I'm the guy in the corner trying to get up the nerv.
Not all that funny unless the winds are just right
Totally the guy you could take home for a night
Finally the end of these lines has come
I need a drink, perhaps some 151 Rum
It's to quiet my spirit with some alcoholoic edge
To quiet me so that I might step back from this ledge....
Ok no idea where I was going with the last stanza XD WOOT POETRY IS FUNNNN
I hear the train barreling towards me,
No time to stop, no time for nothing
Without breaks, no way to slow this down
A collision course, headed straight for this town
But hold your head high, kid
No matter what you said or did
Brush it off, all the while
Bite your tongue, fake a smile
After all,
A disappointment is all you are
Not really poetry, just some lyrics that I'm contemplating putting into an instrumental track I made awhile back. Then again, I'm not really sure what constitutes as poetry in the first place...
No time to stop, no time for nothing
Without breaks, no way to slow this down
A collision course, headed straight for this town
But hold your head high, kid
No matter what you said or did
Brush it off, all the while
Bite your tongue, fake a smile
After all,
A disappointment is all you are
Not really poetry, just some lyrics that I'm contemplating putting into an instrumental track I made awhile back. Then again, I'm not really sure what constitutes as poetry in the first place...

What poetry is
Poetry is that sinking feeling
That souls way of healing
The use of verse and rhyme
With an episodic measure in time
Quite literally the beats in the bass of your beating heart
It's the chalk duster drawing scenes on the sidewalk in a park
Poetry is merely that feeling of pain when you lost love
It's the feeling of joy when you rise above
It's the deep dark paranormal state of your mind
It's clarity found only with the infinity of space and time
Poetry transcends any earlthly definition
It's merely the soul using you without your recognition
The emotion stirred by feelings in your head
Poetry is that which breathes life for the dead
It's the indescribeable sensation of words come to life
Poetry is in everything love, hate, joy, and strife.
TL;DR
There are so many types of poetry, it can be almost anything.
Poetry is that sinking feeling
That souls way of healing
The use of verse and rhyme
With an episodic measure in time
Quite literally the beats in the bass of your beating heart
It's the chalk duster drawing scenes on the sidewalk in a park
Poetry is merely that feeling of pain when you lost love
It's the feeling of joy when you rise above
It's the deep dark paranormal state of your mind
It's clarity found only with the infinity of space and time
Poetry transcends any earlthly definition
It's merely the soul using you without your recognition
The emotion stirred by feelings in your head
Poetry is that which breathes life for the dead
It's the indescribeable sensation of words come to life
Poetry is in everything love, hate, joy, and strife.
TL;DR
There are so many types of poetry, it can be almost anything.
Another day wasted inside my head
Another day filled with sorrow and dread
When will it end?
It's like I've never truly been alive
I'm dying inside
I feel like all this time
I never tried.
What is life, anyways?
Just a big waste of space
One drop of water less than before
Breaths of air we could have stored
******** it what's the point
Just pass me the joint
I'll smoke my problems away
and fake another happy day.
I actually started this wanting to put in CAWCAWCAWCAWCAWCAWCAWCAWCAW somewhere, but I never found a good chance.
Another day filled with sorrow and dread
When will it end?
It's like I've never truly been alive
I'm dying inside
I feel like all this time
I never tried.
What is life, anyways?
Just a big waste of space
One drop of water less than before
Breaths of air we could have stored
******** it what's the point
Just pass me the joint
I'll smoke my problems away
and fake another happy day.
I actually started this wanting to put in CAWCAWCAWCAWCAWCAWCAWCAWCAW somewhere, but I never found a good chance.
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Speckled with blood and other gory fright night themes
Treated with a shade of my blackened eye hue
The number of things my life's paintbrush can do
Seductive sex scenes with pink, blonde, and red.
Colors so passionate it's better than getting head
I paint in these many shades, unknown to all, but me
I paint with my life experiences, the faded dreams of who I could be
My pallette is infinite, ending only in death
My soul is my muse giving even my intangible thoughts breath
Like paint to canvas or pen to paper, it matters not to me
As long as I live, I'll paint the world with all of me.