I don’t want to move.
Don’t want to get up,
Just want to be.
Just want a moment
When there’s not one.
Time to make moves, silly little emily.
There’s really not much
To even rhyme with my name,
But if I had to pick a word, it’d be simile
Because that’s what my life is.
And I’m just wondering...
Are you the one that feels just like me?
I feel weak and I’m helpless,
Filled with the burden of unrest.
I know my time is coming,
But I’m tired of this test.
I just want to be held
Can we be done for now?
I’m so tired.
God please give me a sign
That I’m on the right path,
That I’m doing my time.