warchild

I've been writing again. It's slow but it's a start.

Work In Progress:

I should of seen it.
The tell tale signs you gave were like a signal flare,
but my bleeding heart was telling my eyes what to see.

It doesn't matter,
that everyone else saw this coming.
I was always in the dark, when it came to you.

Now I lie awake at night, staring at my ceiling.
Images of you and me keep running thru my head.
I cry at all the good times and I laugh at all the bad,
and I miss the warmth of you as you were lying in my bed.
I have insomnia.

I can't remember.
My mind is all a blur of sight and sound.
Try to think of what I did to make you grow so cold.

It's insignificant.
I'm sure that somehow it was in your head,
though it doesn't matter what I think, and it never did.

You played your songs for me, and told me what they meant to you.
We both got misty eyed. Oh god, your touch drove me insane.
I wanted to make you happy, to fix your broken heart,
but the stupid games and chances lost kept feeding all your pain.
I have insomnia.

I'm finally over it.
It took me so damn long. Now I realize the truth,
of how better off I am without a broken doll like you.

My thought are mine again.
You no longer haunt my dreams.
Freedom of that purgatory, more sweet than you'd believe.

This white knight won't try to save you any more.
Your memories are distant vapor, and I count it no loss.
I laugh again, and smile again, and my life carries on,
but this empty space here next to me still makes me turn and toss.
I have insomnia.




The more I stare at this the more I feel the ending is weak compared to the initial startup. I must work on this some more. Excuse me while I stare at it for a few more hours.....