The vacancy,
Is endless.
And my heart feels
Melancholy;
And I feel lost,
Like I'm standing
On this road
With no idea
Where I'm going...
Knowing,
I can't stay here.
I can't.
And I'll miss him...
More than I have all this time
That I haven't seen him...
Because titles,
Aside...
He'll always be mine.
I promised forever;
Didn't I?
And I wonder,
How it will feel
When I'm driving
Away,
If one day he'll
Wake up
And regret
What he didn't say...
And I'll regret-
Everything I did.
But I can't stay.
I can't.
I know that.
And I have that turning feeling,
Like something is about to change.
It's the same one I always get
Before the bottom falls out.
And my intuition-
Is rarely right...
But with this feeling
I can always count
On something
About to end
Or turn over
Or be ruined...
And what happens,
When there's nothing left to ruin?
I suppose then,
All you have to do
Is run...
So I'm hesitating,
And jumping,
And staying
And going
Until I figure out
What there is left...
After here.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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