Open Mic Night
Here's another one from ya girl! I been really feelin this boy for bout seven years. Truth be told, it used to be mutual, but nobody but God knows if it still is. So I wrote him a letter clarifying how I felt and I never got a response, so I guess his silence in itself was the response. But anyway I wrote this about how I felt the whole week while I was waiting for the response. After you put your heart out on the table like that, it's easy to assume a girl would be...
NERVOUS
nervous, nervous
hairs standing, teeth quaking
hands shaking, sweat breaking
the silence of dry skin
trembling from within, i begin
to think, fear
sense, hear
the voices with choices
i could have made
should have stayed
quiet, discreet
petite, with my words
protecting my nerves
but whose to say they were straight in the first place,
i wait, debate, contemplate
estimate, try to
make it through
one, two, maybe three days
eyes haze, thoughts fade
what mistake have i made
to put down my frown
in phrases?
to spread my hurt over the pages?
the rages,
the pain, the sorrow, disdain
insain-ity, to sustain
and refrain from the notion to dog train
my brain to keep him out
without a doubt? to block out
these thoughts that appear? as,
memories flash and days pass
i thought i could last
til' monday
that one day
that felt like a year
to get here, i still fear
the unlocked bathroom door at night
the response letter he might not write
who's wrong, who's right
the talk, the text, the fight
where's my right
to fall unconsciencous
let the rachous
water sooth my curves to un-nerve us
as we love to do
when we come unglued
loose a screw and break in two?
that won't do
im to nervous to sleep
too tired to weep, too exhausted to sink
into another deep
depressive seat
and drown in some Kenny G.
so while im nervous, nervous
thursday, hairs standing
friday, teeth quaking
saturday, hands shaking
sunday, sweat breaking the silence of dry skin
trembling from within, i begin
to think positive, fear nothing
sense everything, hear something
i lift my voice with the choice to face monday
that one day
that took 7 years to reach
Open to suggestions!
NERVOUS
nervous, nervous
hairs standing, teeth quaking
hands shaking, sweat breaking
the silence of dry skin
trembling from within, i begin
to think, fear
sense, hear
the voices with choices
i could have made
should have stayed
quiet, discreet
petite, with my words
protecting my nerves
but whose to say they were straight in the first place,
i wait, debate, contemplate
estimate, try to
make it through
one, two, maybe three days
eyes haze, thoughts fade
what mistake have i made
to put down my frown
in phrases?
to spread my hurt over the pages?
the rages,
the pain, the sorrow, disdain
insain-ity, to sustain
and refrain from the notion to dog train
my brain to keep him out
without a doubt? to block out
these thoughts that appear? as,
memories flash and days pass
i thought i could last
til' monday
that one day
that felt like a year
to get here, i still fear
the unlocked bathroom door at night
the response letter he might not write
who's wrong, who's right
the talk, the text, the fight
where's my right
to fall unconsciencous
let the rachous
water sooth my curves to un-nerve us
as we love to do
when we come unglued
loose a screw and break in two?
that won't do
im to nervous to sleep
too tired to weep, too exhausted to sink
into another deep
depressive seat
and drown in some Kenny G.
so while im nervous, nervous
thursday, hairs standing
friday, teeth quaking
saturday, hands shaking
sunday, sweat breaking the silence of dry skin
trembling from within, i begin
to think positive, fear nothing
sense everything, hear something
i lift my voice with the choice to face monday
that one day
that took 7 years to reach
Open to suggestions!
THAT WAS THE BEST I HAVE EVER HEARD KEEP WRITING GIRL