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I'm Standing in the Middle of Nowhere in the Pouring Rain.

I'm Standing in the Middle of Nowhere in the Pouring Rain.

A Poem by Megan

And I’ll scream.
I’ll scream until maybe
You’ll be able to hear me,
Finally.
And do you,
Do you ever feel
Just like you wanna run away?
You wanna get away?
So run away,
To me.
You’re on the fast track,
Wearing thin.
I’m on the slow track,
Waiting to take you in.
Don’t you ever,
Ever feel just like there’s
No one to turn to,
‘Cause darling I’m waiting here for you.
So feel free to just fall apart.
I’ll be here waiting with
The box of tissues,
And your favorite movie
We first saw together,
Way way back when.
When you’re all alone,
You know where I live and
I know you’ve got my number memorized.
Because that’s how much we used to
Converse, and the way you’d write
Things on your Converse,
The way we used to share everything,
And I’d know exactly what those things would mean.
You’re never there for me
Anymore
But,
Don’t you ever,
Ever feel just like there’s
No one to turn to,
‘Cause darling I’m waiting here for you.
So feel free to just fall apart.
You used to tell me
All the secrets that you had,
I’d tell you all the
Experiences that went bad
And I,
I thought I found a friend for life.
But that just seems to be how life goes,
You blink and it’s fallen apart,
So if I said there’s
No one to turn to,
Would you tell me
It’s all okay?
And if I said that I just
Wanna run away,
Would you be waiting
By your front door?
And I miss the way you’d
Call me up,
But you’ve moved on.
Best friends forever
We fell a little short,
And no matter how many
Times I tell you,
I’m here for you; I’m here for you.
You never come.
But still,
I’m waiting here for you,
So feel free to fall apart.

© 2011 Megan


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Added on February 26, 2011
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