Tell Me....A Poem by Angelheaded Hipster
Im hurting...my soul hurts.
Tell me that it's going to be okay
Tell me that it's going to blow over
like a Santa Ana wind, hot, burning
quick, leaving but a memory of
words pounded out at 2 in the morning.
I've been hurt before, I know this familiar
winding road. I've memorized the pebbles
I've kicked in fits of anger and irrational
tears. I know the side roads, I know the alley
ways that are shrouded in my own shadows
You were my muse. You are my muse.
You inspire the words that flow.
You inspire the sleepless night, along
with the denial of the little letters put
together that completes the puzzle
of my smile.
I know this hurt. I know this....
tell me that we can go from here.
Tell me that this isn't the end,
that this is just a fork in the road
of what we call our fucked up life.
© 2010 Angelheaded Hipster
Added on September 4, 2010
Last Updated on September 4, 2010
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