When We Were Young.

When We Were Young.

A Poem by lioness

when we were young i could have sworn it was love, but maybe i just got things mixed up.[thingsget mixed up inmyhead].

 

Tonight I'm swearing upon these stars & boulevards, because I cannot manage to trust this heart.Chest swelling like a disease, heart speaking in irregular beats.My bones are being counted, and there is reliance to be told of flawlessness.I'll choke out the lies because that's the only thing I can manage, there's a lack of love & I hate that.

I wish you could see me.When I'm nostalgic,homesick,beautiful and eccentric.Maybe then I could make you love me, but this is someones magical reality.

What happened?Things once, they were so much better.[whenwewereyoung].

I dream for a drunken night in your futuer, when you'll call me & say that the nightmare is over.When what i've hoped for is what i got, and the love is returned-[i'vehadenough]

I age endlessly if I think of you and me.We had a future and a present, even had a past included, in the realities i make inside my mind.Then you never [leave die forget cry] because you become like the clay in the shape of you that i molded.There are always going to be rooftops but never enough skylines, always friends but never enough angel fires.

So I end the wishes, told my secrets, found my bones and lost a home. You spoke in rymes and i lost track of time;[i've been so silly-i had an angel eyes all along.]Years went by but we never notice.I lost my voice and jumbled my words- & for some reason, I hope this gets worse.

I've had enough, No thanks, I'm not hungry.This became my simple vocabulary.

There's nothing left now, I want only you forever.There are some thing I will never have, and you're one of them-perhaps.

I'm sorry, I forgot my name.Excuse me- are you listening?!

© 2008 lioness


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I prefer to live alone, rather than with a bunch of people. Maybe one other person who doesn't mind pressing themselves against me while I sleep; other than that, it's excess. I put a song on repeat .. more..

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