oh, oh, oh.
so this is what i've
waited for
the notion that i'm waiting and
waiting and
waiting.
i don't like having to
hold back
because all i want to do is
take it into my
arms and keep it
under my bed
and 15 doesn't seem so perfect
all i'm feeling is that i can do things
before i was to young to achieve
(but now they are a possibility )
and i have never had the feeling that it's over
quite like this imminent distant sound of thunder
drowning, dying
sex.
in the background everyone coughs
and i am coming to a close.
it's almost as if the comfort wasn't quite so real
the akward overtook and let me feel like
it was over.
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Written August 19th, 2004
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well...
its been quite a long time since i have been on this lovely website
This is an excelent poem
maybe i should post some that I wrote
a long time ago
well see
I love you
-Bug -
Ah. I'm fifteen, too. And it is utter torture.
I love this.
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ahahha i hated being 15 as well ... funny how world seem to cycle all the lifes together in the same sad trend.. anyway great write
reminded me how i felt back then (i aint that old but 15 seems like a long way gone)
~shillo
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Ditto... good imagery... especially this part...
"and i have never had the feeling that it's over
quite like this imminent distant sound of thunder
drowning, dying
sex.
in the background everyone coughs
and i am coming to a close." -
Good write
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