well its four in the past
and i dont want to go any further
without you in my pocket
theres a weeping willow down the road saying
"sit beneath me
and your tears will be free"
so i sat
and i thought of you
and remembered all the things you once said
now locked inside my head
and i thought
"where did you end
that i had to begin?"
this isnt very nice
well its four in the past
and i dont want to go any further
without you in my pocket
sitting in my car
in the dark
i got your photographs
underneath my overcoat
and a poster of tomorrow
sleeping in my backseat
three thousand miles
west of east manhattan
where the rain still falls on my rooftop
and when i call
you dont answer
well its four in the past
and i dont want to go any further
without you in my pocket
**********
give me time
i'm walking without my net tonite
and if i start to crumble
do you think that you can catch my falling stars
before they fall too far
and fade away
just like the ghost in my head
i dont think i can stand
to be alone again
in the dark and dying evening
where i'm sleeping
in a bed of bad dreams
and moonlit screams
i think i need you now
if i came tonite
would you let me sleep some more
i dont want to be alone
i scare myself
when i hear myself talk
its an unusual sound
when youre afraid of yourself
the way i am of me
walk with me
i think i'm sleeping
but i cant seem to wake myself
when i need to be
and i cant seem to stop myself
when i'm crying
and i dont want to drown
in my own tears again
and i dont want to waste away
again
give me time
and tomorrow i will be the same
give me time
and i'll be back
to the way i was yesterday
all poetry, all words, written and copyrighted by me, this girl, C53,
and lets keep it that way!