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Sometimes,My life seems like I'm in the passanger seat,
Of a truck on a buppy road.
Nauseated to the brim of my head
Other times,
It seems like free falling on a carnival ride;
You go up really fast,
Then down you go; filled with adrenilin
And then it seems like I'm swimming;
I go under, and hold my breath,
Then come up before I drown
I breath out the carbon dioxcide that littered my lungs
Other times,
It feels like I'm gliding;
Nothing can hurt me, or disrupt my peace
Its like everything is the way it should be.
Right now,
I'm gliding;
But I'm also on a carnival ride;
My life is a breeze, but I can still feel the butterflies of adrenilin.
You made me that way;
Hurry up and say the thing,
That will make my life that much more relaxed and perfect
So I don't have to keep going up and down
I just want the butterflies to go away
Out of my...our, world of perfection.
Poetry by Sarah Mae
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Written on 2009-06-17 at 03:24
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