Listen, listen...
Listen to the rain. Bring me your secrets; let me calm your fears. What I miss the most is just the sound of another voice. Not the voices of strangers, not the sounds of murmurs that come from the monotonous drum of speakers of the stereo. I wish for a real voice, one that could speak in whispers that only I could hear.
Love is hurting me again.
Love is making me cry at night again.
It's aching in places that didn't ache before.
I whisper incoherent ramblings quietly in the darkness of my room, hearing only the thump of the ceiling fan as it whirls the cool night air. The whispered pleadings escape from my mind like tiny frightened swallows flushed from their hiding spot. I whisper just to hear the sound of my own voice, needing the pain to cease the calm to enter my body once again.
I wish there was some little magical device that would allow me to just press a button erasing the entire memory of childhood tragedies, teenage mishaps, adult missteps, sorrows, failings and disappointments. With one swoop, permanently delete them, never think of those memories again, and never relive the past.
I answered the phone. He responded with, "Don't chu worry. I love you too much." and like an idiot, I believed him. Sometimes I get these insane thoughts and convince myself that he'll see the light and drive all night to show up at the door.
It's been so long since I've seen you. I miss you so much. We said "I love you" before it was decided that this wasn't going to work.
Does time really heal all wounds? I'm still waiting for those tiny little pieces of my soul to fall back into place. The time is only stretching more and more. I'm still where I started. I'm lost in love. The walking wounded.
Seems as though time isn't on my side today for the dawn is upon me and there is no knock at my door.
Love is hurting me again.
Love is making me cry at night again.
It's aching in places that didn't ache before.
I whisper incoherent ramblings quietly in the darkness of my room, hearing only the thump of the ceiling fan as it whirls the cool night air. The whispered pleadings escape from my mind like tiny frightened swallows flushed from their hiding spot. I whisper just to hear the sound of my own voice, needing the pain to cease the calm to enter my body once again.
I wish there was some little magical device that would allow me to just press a button erasing the entire memory of childhood tragedies, teenage mishaps, adult missteps, sorrows, failings and disappointments. With one swoop, permanently delete them, never think of those memories again, and never relive the past.
I answered the phone. He responded with, "Don't chu worry. I love you too much." and like an idiot, I believed him. Sometimes I get these insane thoughts and convince myself that he'll see the light and drive all night to show up at the door.
It's been so long since I've seen you. I miss you so much. We said "I love you" before it was decided that this wasn't going to work.
Does time really heal all wounds? I'm still waiting for those tiny little pieces of my soul to fall back into place. The time is only stretching more and more. I'm still where I started. I'm lost in love. The walking wounded.
Seems as though time isn't on my side today for the dawn is upon me and there is no knock at my door.