there are days and even weeks that go by-
i try,
to keep my mind clear of thoughts
as continents swirl 'neath my eyes.
i'm going to do
what you make me to hold onto
to remind me of you.
there are days and weeks that still go by
that i wake up alone.
shivers me through
wonder exactly what i'm suppose to do
now that i'm done with you.
there are times i could almost cry
awake from those dreams
shaken,
and sweating inside.
they're our times.
there are times
that you go by
and don't even notice me.
i stand still
hoping your eyes
will glance mine.
6 comments:
backstory? (i do have a guess but, you know- if guesses were horses i wouldn't know how to finish this sentence.)
how about this...guess me first.
then i'll backstory you.
i'd really like to know what you get outta it.
i thought the other j. but then again there are a lot of pictures.
my backstory is just that i made this up yesterday singing. ill chop that part outta it and turn the volume up. i don't know that it applies to anyone at all.
more the longing for something like this.
aaaah, longing. we've met.
oh sara,
and happiness can bring poetry out.
i promise
there are good thoughts in here too.
very good ones.
what you should do? is give me a number.
i'd sure like to reach you.
show you my favorite colour. make you realise things. maybe i'll bring a friend, and i'll visit you someday.
Post a Comment