Will you love me tomorrow
even though I’ve come undone,
Will you love me tonight
past the setting of the sun,
Will you stand here beside me
when the rain lashes down,
Will you be the rock in the ocean
to help me when I drown,
Will you be the reminder
when I forget how to breathe,
Will you be the light
When darkness pulls me underneath,
Will you pull me closer
when I feel so alone,
Will you be here
remind me I’m not on my own….
.x.
And so the roses
fade to dust,
Tainted memories
fade to rust,
Blow across
the dusty floor,
Becoming ghosted echoes
once more,
Open doors
curtains billow,
Dried up tears
on empty pillow,
Used to be laughter
in this room,
Now nothing but
a sorrowful gloom,
Close the door
and lock it tight,
Sweep these memories
out of sight,
Time for you to move
along,
Dance with me
to a different song….
.x.
Its 10pm and I’m so tired I
need sleep,
My mind moves faster
my thoughts you keep,
Its 11pm
and I’m missing you,
My Sweet my heart
you have so true,
Its 12am and at the ceiling I
stare,
I so want to message you
just to know your there,
Its 1am
and my mind whirls on,
I know I’d never cope
if you were gone,
Its 2am
and anxiety kicks in,
Tell me my Sweet
in which way do you sin,
Its 3am
your better than me,
This silence is hurting
it won’t let me be,
Its 4am
wish you were here,
Damn all I want
is just to have you near,
Its 5am getting light
outside,
From all these thoughts?
there’s nowhere to hide,
Its 6 am your going
to bad,
Try not to cry
to much I’ve said,
Its 7am
my day must start,
You reside
so deep in my heart,
Its 8am
here its all go,
My Sweetness these thoughts
my heart it does know,
Its 9am
I sit on the floor,
My Sweetness these thoughts
my emotions are raw,
Its 10am
tell me how I cope,
I’ll tell you my love
its because I have hope,
Its 11am I’m tired
and alone,
So wish I
could call you my own,
Its 11am
is there another lady?
I’m getting emotional
there isn’t a maybe,
Its 12pm do you dream
of me,
Do you think of the future
and what it can be,
Its 1pm
a message from you,
My heart skips a beat
I fall in love anew,
2pm I saw
you online,
I do that to
from time to time,
Its now 3pm,
sleeps calling me,
I day dream of you
of what could be,
Its 4pm
you send me a moon,
Fate is an ass
I’m enveloped in gloom,
5pm and we’ve talked
I feel sad,
Your busy I’m lost
I must be so bad,
6pm our conversations no depth
I know that your busy but don’t talk to me,
Its only “I love yous”
guess I’ll leave you be,
Its 7pm
feels like I’m falling apart,
I must of been shot
there’s a hole iny heart,
Its 8pm
How’re you? how’s your day,
I’m ok, its going
is all that you day,
Its 9pm
so in love with you,
So many damn thoughts
wonder how many are true,
Its 10pm
I’ve been up twenty four,
My Sweetness I’m tired
but can’t sleep once more….
Its hurts
that’s all,
You push
you pull,
You do as you do
but not as you say,
Secrets and hiding
games that you play,
A damn fucking whirlwind
not what’s on your mind,
And then she’s the bad one
for the things that she’ll find,
Ih why don’t you stop
your secrets and lies,
She’s sick of the smiling
while inside she cries,
Its simple those actions
speak louder you know,
She hangs on your word
so go with the flow,
Quit your hiding
because with you she’ll go,
Let her in she’ll show you
things different anew,
About time you quit the games
that girl is so into you….
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