May 09, 2008 21:16
So quiet.
Another wasted night.
The television steals the conversation.
Exhale.
Another wasted breath.
Again it goes unnoticed.
Please tell me you're just feeling tired
cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break.
Out of touch, out of time.
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed
cause I can't read.
Your rolling eyes.
Out of touch, are we out of time?
Close lipped.
Another goodnight kiss is robbed of all it's passion.
Your grip, another time is slack
it leaves me feeling empty.
I'll wait until tomorrow.
Maybe you'll feel better then;
maybe we'll be better then.
So what's another day
when I can't bear these nights of thoughts
of going on without you.
This mood of yours is temporary.
It seems worth the wait
to see your smile again.
Out of the corner of your eye won't be the only way
you'll look at me then.