i havent posted much in a while
so ill get this one off my chest.
i spent a couple hours reviewing my words
dotting i's and crossing t's
every word sincere
closed the evelope
sealed it with a wish
in hopes that it finds u well
convinced that i would see that day once again
when you stood on the back lawn
your hair all in sun
when all was right with the world
and this house stood still
its much to ask
so ill write it in this letter
that ill never send
and sign it with a name
that you wouldnt recognize
praying that i would someday find you
looking out at me in the pouring rain
through the only window left
in this broken house
holes in the walls
from fists thrown
in anger
in dissapointment
in disbelief
that this could happen
that we would do this again
plaster covers the floor
carpet torn to shreads
the foundation crumbling
you shut the lights out
and go to bed
its much to ask
so ill say it in my head
this overwhelming thought
that you'll look outside again
and wont see me
fallen from the wall
glass everywhere
bring back these memories
the setting sun
the sand beneath us
the lens opens
a picture soon to be
to hang on our wall
to hold in my hands
and remind me of the memory that rests
in the back of my mind
in the corner of my heart
this picture once whole, now torn apart
separated from what was and what will be
convinced that i will never see that day once again
its much to ask
so ill hang it in this frame
that wont stay on the wall
and pick up the pieces
and wait for your call
maybe i should have told you
maybe it was better this way
its too late now
the corner ignites
and the picture begins to burn
ive set fire to this place
watched it spread to each room
from outside where i once stood
this will be the last time i stand here
looking in
as the flame scorches everything
the charred remains on the ground
and your not here
the sun is coming up
so ill take this last piece of coal
and draw u a picture
in grey n white
of a house
with a black picket fence
my shadow standing where you once stood
but im gone.
i spent a couple hours reviewing my words
dotting i's and crossing t's
every word sincere
closed the evelope
sealed it with a wish
in hopes that it finds u well
convinced that i would see that day once again
when you stood on the back lawn
your hair all in sun
when all was right with the world
and this house stood still
its much to ask
so ill write it in this letter
that ill never send
and sign it with a name
that you wouldnt recognize
praying that i would someday find you
looking out at me in the pouring rain
through the only window left
in this broken house
holes in the walls
from fists thrown
in anger
in dissapointment
in disbelief
that this could happen
that we would do this again
plaster covers the floor
carpet torn to shreads
the foundation crumbling
you shut the lights out
and go to bed
its much to ask
so ill say it in my head
this overwhelming thought
that you'll look outside again
and wont see me
fallen from the wall
glass everywhere
bring back these memories
the setting sun
the sand beneath us
the lens opens
a picture soon to be
to hang on our wall
to hold in my hands
and remind me of the memory that rests
in the back of my mind
in the corner of my heart
this picture once whole, now torn apart
separated from what was and what will be
convinced that i will never see that day once again
its much to ask
so ill hang it in this frame
that wont stay on the wall
and pick up the pieces
and wait for your call
maybe i should have told you
maybe it was better this way
its too late now
the corner ignites
and the picture begins to burn
ive set fire to this place
watched it spread to each room
from outside where i once stood
this will be the last time i stand here
looking in
as the flame scorches everything
the charred remains on the ground
and your not here
the sun is coming up
so ill take this last piece of coal
and draw u a picture
in grey n white
of a house
with a black picket fence
my shadow standing where you once stood
but im gone.