Lost Poem
i sit perched precariously
over the phone
like a suicide jumper
on the bleakest day in november
heart beat threatening
to break through my chest
I cant take this waiting game
stuck in limbo
bound by ideas and dreams
of what could be
my mind dances back and forth
like an endless tennis match
between equally matched oponants
too stubborn to quit
ready to jump at the slightest noise
sweating, pleading with my nerves to settle
a cautious bambi
in a field heated by summer sun
i want to hear your voice
at the other end of the line
connected by 2,000 miles of wire
our signal winning this horse race
now, i wait for you to make your move
in this endless game of chess we play
im waiting, balancing my feelings for you
on this new threshold
a hidden storm beyond the horizon
waiting at the brink but never coming through
tell me what you think.
over the phone
like a suicide jumper
on the bleakest day in november
heart beat threatening
to break through my chest
I cant take this waiting game
stuck in limbo
bound by ideas and dreams
of what could be
my mind dances back and forth
like an endless tennis match
between equally matched oponants
too stubborn to quit
ready to jump at the slightest noise
sweating, pleading with my nerves to settle
a cautious bambi
in a field heated by summer sun
i want to hear your voice
at the other end of the line
connected by 2,000 miles of wire
our signal winning this horse race
now, i wait for you to make your move
in this endless game of chess we play
im waiting, balancing my feelings for you
on this new threshold
a hidden storm beyond the horizon
waiting at the brink but never coming through
tell me what you think.