Come step on my toes

Like I stepped on your heart

One last time

lets smile for the camera

Raise our hands

stomp our feet

An be too young

To say this isn't love

lets just say your all I've got

Don't leave me to sleep all alone

All that I've got is all that I've known

Your lips still feel like a bed of roses

That composes the saddest song I've ever heard

You are my witness and I am your

frightend bird

This is all that I've got

for falling in love

With you more then once

I've got two seconds to count to one

I'm not leaven, I guess were even

You made us even, cause I'm not leaven

Dreams filled with Ravens and Roses

You stopped calling now I'm over dosen

This path I've chosen

chose to binge on being gone

but I'm coming back

I'm coming back

I wish you'd come back

But you're never coming back

I wanna kiss you hold you

I wanna f*****g love you

touch you bless you

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you

Just one more drink

Then I'm done

Just one more drink is all I say

But lying to a dead man

Is as good as lying to yourself

guess I'm dyimg

One more hit for every time I'd pray for

you to come thru that door

I want you to know I need your rescue

to pump this loneliness out of my veins

To come with the night and bring day

To unspeak the last thing I heard you say

 

" Baby Its cold outside and I don't know

why, but lately your smile makes me cry

I love you to death but love its time to grow up grow old

goodbye...."

 

I'll walk a hundred thousand years

I'll drink up my mercury tears

I'll sing your goodbyes

And Pray For You To Step On My Fingers And Toes

Reviews

[Reika]

I remember this.
And like I said earlier,
I love this poem sooo soo much and I really do think that it is one of my favourites you've ever written.

[Coyote Poetry]

From the first set of lines. You had me.
"Raise our hands
stomp our feet"
When we are alone and in self hell. We would do anything to get the lover back. The complete poem was amazing. Last lines are outstanding. This is poetry. Thank you.
Coyote

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

This poem is the rare bird..it has such and honest intensity , it flows with the raw emotion and it seems like you did not choose these words they choose you.. very well done.