Post by buffysmglover on Aug 21, 2008 15:27:54 GMT -5
I found this and some other poems from around March or later (basically after I had the bisexual epiphany and before school ended) in my binder while I was getting my stuff ready for going back to school a couple weeks ago.
One room.
One time.
A song
That will rhyme.
His heart.
His eyes.
It hurts
When he cries.
Thoughts in
His head.
They fill
Him with dread.
He knows
Its wrong,
So he
Sings a song.
But they
Won't leave,
And he
Cannot breathe.
Panic
Attacks
Don't help
Him relax.
Until
He's fine.
His life
Will be mine.
One room.
One time.
A song
That will rhyme.
His heart.
His eyes.
It hurts
When he cries.
Thoughts in
His head.
They fill
Him with dread.
He knows
Its wrong,
So he
Sings a song.
But they
Won't leave,
And he
Cannot breathe.
Panic
Attacks
Don't help
Him relax.
Until
He's fine.
His life
Will be mine.