My Own Piece of MindA Poem by Kiddofor the man who knew it all...It’s almost after 7 And there’s no drama this early on a Friday I’m confused by your deviance But I must admit... You intrigue me
Evening shadows have taken over Our youth and the mourning sun And I can’t tell if the dim light Circling overheard are early stars or Burning lights from a passing flight to
These city skyscrapers are only beautiful in photographs
Its more about the fact that I haven’t seen you And you’re telling me... But I don’t really care much About what happened Sunday night... With her
Your beauty is almost condescending I know you know that I’m pretending That I don’t notice how you are Staring at me, and I wish I could Turn my face and tell you that I meant it When I said I loved you... Love has become such a nothing word.
Your eyes are the madness that matches the sky Your heart is a tangle of wires Entwined with your nonchalant ideas On life On love You’re an artist with an unhallowed heart
It’s vague to say what drew me here. Repeating the same, unanswered questions I’m slowly losing fascination It’s odd how we always find ourselves You prattling on Me taking it all in silently Like a part of me dying I’m losing myself again
You flick your ash Reach for another smoke Clear your throat and Continue possessing me With your ideas With your words I still detest that you never let me Get a word in edgewise.
The cars have stopped passing us by The sound of your voice has Finally faded Uncomfortable silences Shaky hands are never good when saying our goodbyes Hold me one last time I’ll be heading home now Please, don’t think me crazy I’m just trying to find my own piece of mind. © 2008 KiddoReviews
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