Wednesday, January 21, 2004

Goodbye!


I wish I knew how to speak to you.
Maybe then I'd be able to know what to do.
But I don't think that would help me much.
Cause I still don't think it's your heart, my words will touch.

To me you seem a bit too cold.
Your feelings are stagnant and feel old.
Will I ever be able to break through.
And say the few words I need to say to you.

Will you listen, will you care.
Or will my words disappear into thin air.
Well since Im here I may as well start,
Before I make running away an art.

That night we shared was just too surreal.
My body would tremble when it was your hands I'd feel.
Who thought our departure would be permanent.
When your car pulled away from the sidwalk's cement.

You said don't worry sweety I'll be right back.
Some how you lost your footing, you lost the track.
It was six the next morning I recived the information.
Who knew that one second would reveal such devastation.

A week had passed and I see you once more.
I look up hoping it's you who would walk though the door.
The building is full not one seat empty.
Only one spot can't be filled the hole within me.

As I pass with the others I finally get my chance.
My heart speaks quickly but my mouth it can't.
So I guess my tears will say it as they drop to your face.
My fingers follow suit, your lips they trace.

My hand speaks for me, Goodbye they say.
My mind tries to step back but my body can't pull away.
It cups your cheek my warmth tranfers to you.
I bend towards you a kiss shall ensue.

I tremble all over as if this was the first time.
I weep harder as that memories play in my mind.
I step back look around and quickly run away.
My friends follow, seeing me in dismay.

I reach for the door, eyes blinded, head in a daze.
My body heats up with my heart in a blaze.
I still can't speak my mouth dry, I can't cry out.
The heat inside, my body like the lands going through drought.

I fall as I step outside, I don't feel the pain.
Only the hurt because my lips couldn't speak what my mouth wanted to say.

Goodbye, it plays over as the tears still flow.
They carry you off to somewhere I wish I could go.
Goodbye, it plays over as the tear still flow.

Now seeing that I don't write poetry that much anymore I had to give it a shot once again and hopefully someone out there can feel what I feel and even help me to make this better you know I always want to work on my skill so people help a girl out.. Please please please I beg of you please. HELP ME!!!!
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