Counting Down The Days
Thinking of desire, love, hate.
Around the corner is just another corner, more houses.
In circles you walk till you realize there is nowhere to go.
Nowhere to go except around the next corner.
Think of desire.
Longing to leave to break free,
Needing to stop, to change.
To change from repeating yourself.
Think of love.
Wanting to meet someone, similar or different.
Having the strings of your heart played by simple words.
The words that mean nothing to some, but everything to you.
Think of hate.
Taking the passion of your rage and turning it,
changing till you have the strength that had hid.
Enough to break free and continue
To count down the days till he comes to your doorstep.
Around the corner is just another corner, more houses.
In circles you walk till you realize there is nowhere to go.
Nowhere to go except around the next corner.
Think of desire.
Longing to leave to break free,
Needing to stop, to change.
To change from repeating yourself.
Think of love.
Wanting to meet someone, similar or different.
Having the strings of your heart played by simple words.
The words that mean nothing to some, but everything to you.
Think of hate.
Taking the passion of your rage and turning it,
changing till you have the strength that had hid.
Enough to break free and continue
To count down the days till he comes to your doorstep.