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He Never Wants To Talk

Contributed by spreadyourwings on Sunday, 14th January 2007 @ 11:55:33 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

He never wants to talk
And I could swear to him that Id be his everything
But its the people like him who dont want anything
And Im just stuck here
Two weeks is so far away
And this snow and cold never faired me well
I promised to buy him coffee when Id get back
But Im not on his mind anymore
I began thinking that it was almost over
And I got that feeling like I did when getting on the freeway
And knowing home was only 20 minutes away
These days its 12 hours till I can sleep in my own sheets
And theyll know that Ive deteriorated
And lost a sense of hope in much of their surroundings
I tried getting lost in the streets of downtown
I tried being swept in the waves of the Pacific
I tried exploring the sidewalks of unchartered train depots
Not even 700 miles could change these heavy thoughts
I kept telling her that I was doing okay
And I couldve sworn that I really was being on my own
One night she cried and asked if I missed my friends
And I was at loss for words
Because I had cut out that part of my past
And put them in the binder hidden in my closet
But I didnt fail to give her a sense of false hope
And I learned my lessons of apathy while in the sun
And became distraught on the train to downtown
The museum across the street was where I was supposed to go
But instead I just kept walking
Because Ive got life to see and a metropolis to discover
And I know that Im gonna miss you while walking among these people
I just wanted to know that you were still around
That somewhere you still existed
And youd tell me all those things you always did
The bridge is so beautiful at night
But Ive made it impossible to cross with this burden
This rainy weather has me wishing it was you
So that you could drown me up into your ocean
And while I ride on the train heading towards downtown
Im wishing you were awake to see it all
He never wants to talk
And all I want to be is his everything
And know that I am the only one in his gaze
But the depot tells me different
And the train up north reminds me that its true

Copyright © spreadyourwings ... [ 2007-01-14 23:55:33]
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