Where You Belong

I guess I was trying to send a message. Dedicated 2:. . . None of your business. But seriously, I felt this poem so much because it feels like I've made the wrong decision about many things. What I want is no longer at my grasp. One day. . . one sweet day

 

I guess when I had time

I ran out of time to rhyme

I lost track of life without you

I only knew life with you

I forgot when I didn’t know you

Too focused on all the things I could show you

Now I don’t know you

No longer allowed to hold you

Annoyed by joy I can’t bring

The only emotions left are those I have to sing

I just wrote my own song

Text me when you know where you belong

I climbed mental mountains

Trapped in waterless fountains

I can’t swim, spiritual waves invade

I’m cutting away rough skin with a dull blade

I woke up with words spilling out my mouth

Splattering them all over the bed like a human water spout

Nightmares forcing my mind in a million directions

My brain having seizures and recollections

I remember what I remember because I want to remember what to forget

I wake up my memory and realize that I almost quit

I’m still writing my own song

Text me when you know where you belong

Lost my sanity wondering if I have what it takes

To realize that deep down inside God don’t make mistakes

Once again I’ve allowed time to fly

Soaring in the clouds and bathing in the midnight sky

I plan to finish writing my own song

No text? I guess you still don’t know where you belong

 

 

By: B. G. R.

Finished: 4/22/2008   10:14am