Pocket Full OfA Poem by kaileigh922Tell me you want this to end Convince yourself there’s not enough time For you to spend wishing this was more Building up towers, stone by faulty stone, only to watch them fall, Crumble into nothing But a pile of dust, with Defeat’s sad symphony serenading you.
This day lies awake, like we are trapped in time That blinds us, as if the world only pretends To be beautiful when I’m with you. Confusion begins to fall Over us, as I search for broken shells along the tormented shore, As I search for something in them to tell me they’re worth more than nothing
Each time You confide in the world that it holds nothing For me and you, Reason twists around my ankles, trying to save me, or Just trying to make me fall So I cannot walk away from what I know I cannot mend
Don’t want my faith to fall. Have to stand up, believe that time Is nothing But a pathway leading to the end. And maybe you’d want me if we’d had more Maybe I wouldn’t be hopeless to you.
If we had more time I would let myself fall Without praying this is nothing To a God that has only pre-determined my end, Who steals life from who I am with you. A God that does not give birth, but destroys us each day a little more.
I dream of a day where the sky is no longer a dead end Street, a night when the sky means nothing To the moon as it falls Down, not enough time To blind our kiss, to steal your Beauty away from perfection so unexplored.
Maybe there’s more than nothing In those helplessly broken shells, but sometimes Your words don’t speak themselves, instead taking a detour Around what is really true, and they fall From the pocket of a broken-hearted boy, shells scatter the beach, waiting to be spoken by you And reach their watery ends.
As you struggle to blame time For what you’ve done to me, I cannot find myself to believe that this is the end Even if it means I’m not with you. © 2011 kaileigh922Reviews
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