Tuesday, February 22, 2011

A drunken poem

I wish that I was there with you
Or that you were here with me
The snow is melting so fast
And it's making dripping sounds from the trees

I feel like the ice
Melting from the side of my house
I make puddles in the grass
I'm just a muddy version of my former self

I hear your voice in every little sound
I hear the sun rise
And the moon fall
And I love everything these days

How does a person
Make sense of every atom
Every song
Every picture

Well I've learned
It's with the heart
It's with the soul
It's with love

And who am I to say
I know the secrets
Because no one person could be farther
From believing anything

It's my mind that's damaged, my mind that's broken
My heart only pumps the same old blood
Through these same old veins
That don't understand the life I live

So let me be honest
It's my time to walk through fire
I've never been burned like this before
But I like you're warmth

And I like the way you burn away the frost
The never ending cold
I sleep in the winter
With the windows open

And as these nights pass
All I think about in my dark room
Is that I wish that you were here with me
Or that I was there with you...

1 comment:

Righteous Babe said...

The stars show up, punctual.
You can always count on your own dreams.
The sky is suddenly mine again..
And all is just as it seems.
A star flashes by.... brilliant. And fast.
But the wish was already whispered-
I really hope this lasts.