Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Poem from 11th grade, written to the one who has been lost and in pain

Can you understand the feeling?


Of having nothing to live for,

but a dream, a hope

To fly, to soar,

but eventually crash


To crash is a dream too.


There is no way to describe how I feel

When my heart gets ripped out of my chest

I wake up,

and realize it is just a dream


Never to happen

Never to be you with me

Never to be all of us

Blast it, headphones, blast it

Just to remember

Just to forget


Play my life away


While you sing me a song,

on the telephone


And to cry

To cry ones-self asleep

Just to dream of soaring,

Just to dream of crashing,

Just to be happy forever


But to eventually wake up