A quarter past midnight

by Ms.Sweets   May 11, 2008


Why do I feel like the world is falling down?
Like every tone I hear is just another voice without a sound.
The wheels are spinning, the wrong way.
Each breath through my lungs is one more mistake.
I turn to the door and try to leave
but there's this smile in the back of my head that's causing a scene.
The beating through my veins, what could this be?
Rushing throughout my body is another dilemma.
Making problems worse.
Trying to think clearly when your voice is echoed in my head.
Spinning around my arms held out.
I close my eyelids and fall to the ground.
No one catches me like always.
No reasons to neither stand up nor turn to the sun.
Lying in the grass as the wind blows by.
The grass is rustling a toxic lullaby.
Who is the person that took away my heart?
It wasn't on my sleeve thus I know this far.
Hidden away in a far dark cavern.
Who is this voice that whispering in my head.
I can't see you.
It's your heart I feel.
Knocking me to the ground.
It's completely surreal.
My chest bounces forward as my heart begins to beat.
Flying through the air.
I hear people begin to speak.
What is she doing so high in the sky?
It's a quarter past midnight
And she won't say good-bye.

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