My Pathetic Excuse for a Poem #2
The work that I,
Must be done so well
But for I did not start
Enough, I fail again
To procrastinate is to feel
Rush of blood through
Your veins as the heart
Beats faster, faster, harder.
Ah so the adrenaline starts
And then my work I do
To remember to breathe, I must
To live life, maybe just too fast?
Must be done so well
But for I did not start
Enough, I fail again
To procrastinate is to feel
Rush of blood through
Your veins as the heart
Beats faster, faster, harder.
Ah so the adrenaline starts
And then my work I do
To remember to breathe, I must
To live life, maybe just too fast?