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Snow Globe

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it’s freezing tonight
and i blend right into the darkness in this dress
i’m cold, but i want to run back outside
i want to get away from all of this madness...
flashing lights and loud dance music mock my whole being
and this cold metal chair conjures images of prison cells
so i’m just supposed to sit here and hold your glasses
while you continue to dance?
you’ve no regards for me
your painted smile’s real tonight
and yet you persist to ask me if i’m happy
why should i answer otherwise for you?
as if you’d ever understand...
the fact that we rarely speak anymore doesn’t seem to help matters
and i’m so shaken up over the events of this evening...

streetlights flicker as i try to talk sense into you
moths rushing toward the light
just as i so rashly rushed away
just, as once, we blindly rushed into one another’s arms...
and you tell me something’s wrong with me
when obviously it’s you who’s in the wrong
i want so badly to tell you how this hurts me
and yet, my love, i know you’d tell me i’m only insolent and jealous
and maybe i am, but this numbing pain is real
i want to cry, but not in front of you
a light snow descends from the black velvet sky
and i smile, in my tear-filled glory, as it falls down around us
just as everything else has lately
and i wait for it to settle
as you scowl, and turn, and walk away
i wish everything could be so easy...
written 10. 24. 04 in honour of my first high school dance. which was yesterday. and it wasn't very fun, as you'll soon see. although i must say that it wasn't all bad. it just kind of left me with a bad taste in my mouth. artistic liberties were taken...yeah. a disclaimer. ok, read on, my friends.
© 2004 - 2024 the-looking-glass
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bitanathofgad's avatar
Oh, how that takes me back! I wish it didn't. High school was so full of pain--boyfriends, feeling like you don't fit in, etc. All I can say is that it really does get better, along about the time you get the hell out of high school!

Beautiful poem. :rose: