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Distracted me on my walk The noise gained all focus Ending my train of thought Causing a ruckus in the trees So many bugs in that loud army Conquering my paranoia and troubles For once making this walk easy It's a shame my brain's thoughts Combusting and running around Could all be silenced Solely with that one reoccurring sound Many would think buzzing a nuisance Some might agree it's nothing new But I will thank the noise Because it let me stop thinking about you Labels: Poem |
My thoughts tend to sound better in books I
didn’t write, and in the songs I didn’t sing.
Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no
work of art that can really explain the way you feel.
There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really
knows.
Hi I'm Naiha, 17 years old.
a compulsive runner; a diehard athlete with dreams; hopes of opening up her own restaruant one day; often plays basketball and writes but always makes the same wish at 1111; indulges in Harry Potter; loves Dwight Howard and watches all Magic games. |