Perseids
I will spend tonight staring at the sky,
begging the universe for a meteor,
as if that would trigger some sort of a soul awakening,
spiritual transformation
or a hunger for life.
Pathetic.
I am expecting too much of a rock that just happens to pass by,
while i wait,
with a pain in my neck, which will be worth it.
I also know what to wish for.
Thought the pathetic part was over, didn't you?
Not yet.
I will wish for another chance, to live my demented and pointless life by your side,
forever knowing that you are worth the torture of waking up.
Here comes the most disturbing part yet.
I was supposed to watch them with you,
BUT even that, tonight, wont do.
It will not work.
Not tonight.
You're just more than enough.
More than my existence can handle at this hour.
Pitiful.
Poetry by zana
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Written on 2014-08-16 at 18:01
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