Ode To The Girls
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Tuesday
The 14th of February, 2006 at 01:35 PM
I am making this a yearly tradition here. Last year this time, I posted a few poems about some girls in my life. This year, I am a little hesistant. Poetry is such a... personal thing.
So why I'm doing this is beyond me. As some of you know, I've been writing some songs. I have never sang any of those songs, to anyone. I have however, posted lyrics here... once. No one probably knew it was a song because I never said anything about it. This was a song I had started in November and didn't finish until break was over. Have a happy Valetine's Day everyone....
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I feel a wind inside my heart as I leave
It whispers softly to move on, and just to breathe
The door closes behind me, in front of you
There are no words to say, and nothing left to do
And this is for the last time I'll be stuck on you
It feels so good to say, forget I am through
But then I think of your face, of your smile
I feel warm inside and I feel like it's all worthwhile...
When I lift my eyes to you
I can't think of anything to do
But when I see you looking back at me
I know this is where I want to be
I sit alone, at my house, on the floor
I hear a knocking and a voice coming from my door
And I let you in and I will wait, for what you say
A silence fills the air and I know you just want to stay
But we sit in bed, we can't sleep, something's wrong
We thought all our problems and our worries were all gone
Then you pull the sheets, away from me, and now I'm cold
I just wanted someone close and someone I could hold
And when I lift my eyes to you
I can't think of anything to do
But when I see you looking back at me
I just want to let my heart run free
And this feels strange... now. But this feels... good
So when I lift my eyes to you
There's only one thing I can do
When I see you looking back at me
I just let go and I am free
When I lift my eyes to you
There's only one thing I will do
When I see you looking back at me
You know this is where I want to be.
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Julius
February 16th, 02:39:50 PM
whoa i love this poem
your getting better and better
and the thing is you aint quitting or anytime soon
i wish i had the passion to write again....
stay up
John
February 16th, 07:08:20 PM
It’s ... a song. lol. I guess you could call it a poem, but there are chords filling up all the empty spaces and awkward silences. I like it too, just happened to be my favorite thing to play for months. I just could never finish it. Then one day, I did.
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