It may be bad...I need feedback on this one... <br /> <br />The clock <br />on my dresser <br />tells me that it's <br />late as hell, and <br />the batteries in <br />my CD player <br />announce that they're <br />not long for <br />this world. My eyes <br />are heavy, hands <br />are shaking from <br />lack of sleep, I'm <br />running out of paper <br />too if that's important, <br />but my pen is going <br />still. I'm writing you <br />something <br />that I hope is <br />good enough to <br />make you think, <br />to remind you <br />of that pathetic little <br />girl who kept <br />trying to catch your eye. <br />I'm sitting here <br />knowing <br />that you will never <br />want me, never <br />want to <br />touch me, look <br />in my eyes, or <br />speak words of <br />love to me, if <br />you only see <br />me. But maybe <br />my words are <br />beautiful enough <br />to make up <br />for all that I <br />lack. I only <br />wish that you <br />would love me, <br />and all I have <br />to make that happen <br />are the lines that my <br />pen's spitting on the <br />page right now; <br />right now, while <br />the clock <br />on my dresser <br />tells me that it's <br />late as hell, and <br />the batteries in <br />my CD player <br />are dead.<br /><br />Ebone' Ingram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-night-write-trying-to-make-you-3-me/
