one, two, three, four.
blink blink and blink again
i only feel on the floor
seven eight nine ten
You're staring,
Fuck. Now try again
Seven eight nine ten
try to think of something fun
Eleven, twelve
On this bus ride from hell
Thirteen
God i wish i could flee the scene
Fourteen
Against the window I lean
Fifteen
Bzz..bzz. In my ear it rings
Count back down and stop at ten
God, I wish I could breathe again.
Nine, eight, seven
Bus rides would be much enjoyable in heaven
Six, five
4 is the number of people I need to thrive
Three.
Two.
One.
Breathe.
And count again.
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Poetry
Spiritualim a poet/artist/writer/singer/songwriter and i wanna share my works, mostly my poetry here!
