so late at night
i found new ways of speaking
i see my little story now peeking, i
sit here and spin some lullaby
comb my fingers through your hair
wish that i would die, oh -
just like this, with you at my side
just like this, where you still love
my eyes

and, no, i cannot see
what the hell you're doing
to
me

i wonder if Ive still got it
i wonder if you've still got me

shake, nod
strain hard to focus my eyes on you
you breathe so slowly
dead with every exhale
your lips so simple
id shake them back to life

and yes you were
the lively one, i know
i talk to you now, like
i don't know how to show

this little birdy
told me a wonderful tale
full of you and i
and now i see
just what you're doin'
to
me

i want to cry
i want my tears to wake you
from my lap
i want to shake you and make you see me

You know,
Ive been here all along
Ive traded my song
for your love to be gone

so now you know...your waking mind
wont show it
and when you wake, ill be gone
without you

so don't you fret
don't you worry those delicate eyes
don't you wrinkle that soft forehead
don't you pout your simple lips, cause

i still love you
even if its an accident

so don't ever turn your head too fast
you might see me there, watching you
with streetlight simplicity.

very nice

thanks sweetiepie. this one had a lot of meaning to me, at one point.

Awwww but the words and the meaning still come through
very good write

Great writing, shows that nothing's ever simple, even things that should make us happy...but isn't it great to feel?

very nice

thanks pkd.

reading old stuff is fun; i get insights into how i was feeling back then, things i didnt understand then because i was too busy experience it.

this was about my ex-fiance. in a lot of ways, things were perfect; but things that were out of our control made it too hard to happen.

that, and bad choices on her part. eh. what can you do. :D



thanks pkh.

Even your old stuff is very good!

thanks much teddybear.

awesome!

why thank you.