finally
the week has come
cold and crying
im waiting
waiting for someone
someone to call me
some one person to be.
and though
the phone stopped ring
im still sing
repeating your song
I rip apart the memory of you face
and i act my part when i cant see you.
and I smell the smoke
as it comes billowing from your heart
and I cant even choke
cuz you're so pure.
sometimes i make myself sick
sometimes i want to love you till i turn blue in the face
and sometimes my ears burn
and youre thinking of me
but still Im alone.
still im sitting
rehersing my part
sitting
waiting by my telephone.
youre eyes they call me
across the great a blowing plains
and i just want to feel you
all of you
beside me
inside me.
to guide me.
and sometimes
i feel like im talking to
and opporater that i dont really know
and when i pray
my words just float above me
in a cloud of rage
and with the birds all still singing
Im still clinging
on you your beltloops.
I wonder what its like
to lay with legs intertwined
and to feel the warmth of you on my skin.
i wonder how you'd say it
then replay it
round
round
Im all round
fallen to the ground.
broken
outspoken.
round again.
5:33 pm - Friday, Dec. 13, 2002
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