Someplace Else

Someday I’ll be able to go.

I’ll be able to be free from the strangled webs of yesterday

that remain with me in this town forever.

I’ll live in a place where no one knows my mistakes

and where they all know what it takes to be honest.

Oh, sweet honesty, where did you go?

When did you slip form my grip?

About the same time I lost grip on reality.

Sometimes I think I’ve got a hold on things again,

but the second I start feeling secure I lose it all again.

Someday I’ll be able to go.

All the broken dreams of yesterday will be forgotten,

like all the tears that I’ve shed.

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For Granted

The look in your eyes.

The beat of your heart.

The things I took for granted.

You were always there, but now you gone,

and I had no chance to to tell you I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for taking it all for granted.

The sunrise, the sunset, and all the life in between.

The grasses soft green color, the smell of the rain,

and the sunshine on my face.

Walking down the street, you were always there.

The little things that make life worth living.

The morning cup of coffee, with the days first cigarette.

The look in your eyes, the beat of your heart.

The things I took for granted.

The things I’d die to have back.

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Help Me

I cannot smile, you’re gone.

It’s over.

I can’t wipe away the tears.

Saying goodbye is never hard, but tonight it was.

Help me.

I can’t smile.

Tell me the truth please, it can’t be worse than what I already feel.

Help me.

I hate love.

I hate the pain.

I can’t stand this confusion.

Help me, please.

Help me, and in return I’ll give you the love you deserve.

Am I right?

What is this?

It’s not him (but I thought it was).

It’s you (I guess I knew it would be).

It’s not her (you think it is).

It’s me (do you understand?).

Help me.

 

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Waiting

Someday the love I have to give will be given to the one who deserves it.

If he shows up.

I get tired of waiting sometimes.

What if he never comes?

What if he misses that bus that’s waiting to take him to his destiny?

Then where will I be?

Back here to where I am right now, wondering what happened.

I hate waiting.

Half of our lives our waisted away by waiting.

If I counted all the hours I’ve waited, you’d be surprised.

In fact, I’m waiting right now.

Waiting for this period to end.

I hate waiting. 

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