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Lost Airplanes

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Can you help me out? I've fallen in a hole.
I'm wandering blindly, hardly whole.

I'd like to say that I'm not sure how I got here. But the truth is, I know exactly how I got here.
I've allowed my soul to be devoured by a boy. One little boy, not deserving the title of man, has taken over. He dominates me.

Every other thought, he's in my mind.
When I'm writing songs, he's the subject of every line.
I think about the monstrous boy,
And wonder how I let him inside.

I can't live with this. I have to look at the handsome creature every day. It's torture not knowing how to move forward with the boy; I have no clue how to get out of the cycle he puts me through. He's addicting. I haven't written a decent poem in months because whenever I sit down to a computer screen, every single word I type is about him. Him. I want to think of something, anything besides him.

He's taken me to the edge of the world,
But somehow forgot to bring me back
While he's following big city dreams,
I'm sitting, waiting in Hackensack.

I wish I had the dignity to say that he just moved on. I wish I could stop wishing for his love. Oh God, I just wish.
But wishes will only take you so far once a beautiful boy has eaten your heart.

A beautiful boy has eaten my heart
And I'd like to know what he wants of me
It seems for now I'll just have to wait
To find out, how much longer 'til he's done with me?

Until that time I'll not stop the decay
My wishes are lost in a foreign place
What I thought were shooting stars
Have turned out to be lost airplanes.

 

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