here you sit.
like a full pack of unopened cigarettes or a cat in the sun,
ever still and silent
you remain in waiting.
i wish i had good secrets to empty into your pockets,
or maybe simply a way to fall asleep -
but both escape me.
i have been fixing a hole ( where the rain gets in)
and it's harder than it looks
and it's harder than i ever thought it would be,
but growing up is exactly that
one day at a time
one hour at a time
smile like you mean it-
but sometimes i do,
usually because of some random
fleeting
glipse, of the warm parts of you
but i'm still not getting a bit done -
your just too pretty
like when we hold hands
when no one looks
and for a moment -
one day
is
a good day.
ever still and silent
you remain in waiting.
i wish i had good secrets to empty into your pockets,
or maybe simply a way to fall asleep -
but both escape me.
i have been fixing a hole ( where the rain gets in)
and it's harder than it looks
and it's harder than i ever thought it would be,
but growing up is exactly that
one day at a time
one hour at a time
smile like you mean it-
but sometimes i do,
usually because of some random
fleeting
glipse, of the warm parts of you
but i'm still not getting a bit done -
your just too pretty
like when we hold hands
when no one looks
and for a moment -
one day
is
a good day.