by Brittney Atwater '19
Four years it will be
And still no affections toward me
I would like to say I love you
But it's not us two
Over me you chose her
I guess to you I'm just a blur
When will you see
You're the only one for me
So as the years go by
All I can do is cry
High Summer Nights
You walking in the dark and can still see your silhouette in the sand
Long walk on the beach looking for someone with xans
Pop one pill and you fall asleep
You start counting something but it isn’t sheep
I want to hold your unloved heart in my warm hands
Because seeing you alone is something I cannot stand.
You say you have no emotion
But a kiss may just be a love potion.
Your rough life hasn’t made you die
So you must find closed space where you can cry.
You know I’m always here for you
Whenever you are down and feeling blue
Only a Sweet Dream
You pulled me close and caressed my lips,
The air cold and off us rolled steam.
Felt you touch me with your fingertips,
But then I woke up from the dream.
Lips of Weed
We get high off each other’s lips
You kiss me harder and I begin to trip
I see stars floating on the ceiling
Then drift into a dream of you kneeling
You feel the pain and begin to cry
But that’s how you really know you’re still alive
You look in the mirror and see a stranger
If you didn’t change you’d be in danger
I got 20/20 vision
But I can’t see my decisions
Blind to the world I can’t see
It slowly starts to hurt me
I start thinking and the words get in my head
I’m not sure what I did was it something I said
I reach for your hand and beg for forgiveness
You pull it away and I know it’s hopeless
Eyes of Blue
With piercing blue eyes
She could control all the guys
The girl walks in red bottomed heels
All the men are willing to make deals
School of Hell
the school gives a positive advertise but it’s the equivalent to hell.
some students are oversize
and the class room’s a jail cell.