...sir...
...yes private?...
...we have total devistation...
...i was afraid of that...
i have this poem i had been working on all night at work...
it dealt with this day and what i wanted it to mean
i dont know if i feel the energy to write it down now
my mind can play some mean hurtful tricks on me
i was siting down outside smoking a cigarette at around 12:35 am
i kept writing in the text...happy anniversary...but i just couldnt send it
my thumb just would not hit the send button
around 1:15 am i was again outside smoking another cigarette
and my mind played the trick..."wouldnt it just be the greatest thing in the world if you turned around and you saw here pull into the parking lot?"
and then i saw a white truck pass by and my heart leaped into my throat...
it was just another drunken frat boy
i swear i am my own worst enemy
i knew this day was going to be a hard one, and its only 4:37 am i still have many hours more to go
i feel so hollow, i just dont understand...she said she would never leave me...then she did
sorry people, i knew this was coming i tried to warn you all but nobody lisened
i packed the rest of her stuff up today...i wept as i wrapped her baby picture in newpaper and set it into the box
that is my favortie picture of her...she has the look in that picture that she had the same day we got married...
i thumbed through the last book she was reading before she left to see if i could smell the sweet smell that reminded me of happiness, of coming home to a women that truly loved me...i always knew where she was by her scent...i could pick her out of a crowd by it...i know we still cant be together right now but i just one more night with her...just one more to kiss her and hold her and just feel her closeness...to warm her in the middle of the night...all i wanted was just one more night
I fear I might dance tonight...
Oh please I dont want to dance...
But I cant feel this pain anymore...
I cant feel anything but this...this pain...
I fear I might dance with the razor tonight...
and I fear he will lead...
-Mark
...yes private?...
...we have total devistation...
...i was afraid of that...
i have this poem i had been working on all night at work...
it dealt with this day and what i wanted it to mean
i dont know if i feel the energy to write it down now
my mind can play some mean hurtful tricks on me
i was siting down outside smoking a cigarette at around 12:35 am
i kept writing in the text...happy anniversary...but i just couldnt send it
my thumb just would not hit the send button
around 1:15 am i was again outside smoking another cigarette
and my mind played the trick..."wouldnt it just be the greatest thing in the world if you turned around and you saw here pull into the parking lot?"
and then i saw a white truck pass by and my heart leaped into my throat...
it was just another drunken frat boy
i swear i am my own worst enemy
i knew this day was going to be a hard one, and its only 4:37 am i still have many hours more to go
i feel so hollow, i just dont understand...she said she would never leave me...then she did
sorry people, i knew this was coming i tried to warn you all but nobody lisened
i packed the rest of her stuff up today...i wept as i wrapped her baby picture in newpaper and set it into the box
that is my favortie picture of her...she has the look in that picture that she had the same day we got married...
i thumbed through the last book she was reading before she left to see if i could smell the sweet smell that reminded me of happiness, of coming home to a women that truly loved me...i always knew where she was by her scent...i could pick her out of a crowd by it...i know we still cant be together right now but i just one more night with her...just one more to kiss her and hold her and just feel her closeness...to warm her in the middle of the night...all i wanted was just one more night
I fear I might dance tonight...
Oh please I dont want to dance...
But I cant feel this pain anymore...
I cant feel anything but this...this pain...
I fear I might dance with the razor tonight...
and I fear he will lead...
-Mark