Aug 14, 2009 11:00
Thoreau...
All my nights sound like the saddest songs with the best intentions...
letting lovers' past know memories never fade so fast...
sighing with every mention of what could have been..
but never came to be...
That's you and me.
To a "T" we never bothered to cross...
we just let our hearts bleed out from the loss...
we opened veins like we had them to spare...
Now I don't go anywhere.
Alone is not what makes a home.
These blinds can only hold out so much light, I know.
And maybe the air is stale from my heavy sighs and poems...
that i read aloud to no one.
No one ever wants to hear all the things that you fear.
They just want your best forced smile...
and to know you're "hanging in there."
And if they ask it's not because they care...
they just miss who you used to be.
I smiled wider than the sky.
My eyes were bluer than any ocean's crashing tide.
My laugh, so infectous, I could bring you to tears....
Now I don't go anywhere.
"Come now my dear, don't be down.
the sun still shines outside your door.
These arms are here for you, just reach yours out in return..."
I just.... dont know.
-T