Journal: Where am I?
-------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual
Where I am
(Broken laughter)
There has not been a day that as passed
Where my laughter did not fall short;
As always I am weighed down
By the thought of you,
Still, I am not your beloved
Your dark eyes are somewhere else today.
(Soft whisper)
What happens when the ghosts under your bed start breathing?
When life stops waiting for you?
(louder)
You know I’ll still be here
(a woman moans)
There has not been a touch
That did not leave a mark;
As always you leave a scar,
Still, I wear the wounds like badges
Pleasure is such sweet pain.
(Soft whisper)
What happens when you stash me away with the skeletons stacked in your closet?
When you find whatever it is you cannot with me?
(louder)
Where will I be then?
(Footsteps and muffled voices)
There is not one hallway
That does not speak your name;
As always each step I take is an echo of you,
Still you are not thinking of me
You mind is clouded with more important things
(soft whisper)
What happens when you catch a glimpse of blood or tears?
When you learn, that I too can feel
(louder)
Are you still so sure I will be here?
(crying)
...Created 2006-09-17 17:01:00 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] |
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