A Poem by Rachel Elizabeth

No comment. I'm beginning to question my life and what I want out of it.

Sometimes I find myself thinking too much; 
But it's nothing too unusual. 
I close my eyes and I see your face. 
Yet, it's something I can't bare to stand. 

I look at the stars through my window, 
Because I can't crawl onto the roof without falling off the Earth, 
And all I see is questions. 
Each star has their own. 

And I can lay there for hours,
Counting the threads in my sheets. 
I listen for your voice, 
Even though I know you're really not there.

I always find an excuse to leave early. 
I can't stand to be around too long. 
I have this fear of screwing around, 
And then ruining everything I've worked for. 

I'm starting to wonder why life matters so much, 
And even more so, the choices you make.
I have no idea what I want out of it,
But I know for sure I want you in it. 

© 2010 Rachel Elizabeth

Author's Note

Rachel Elizabeth
Sometimes my brain vomits, and sometimes the vomit can be cleaned up.

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