Day by day I fight the urge, to give in to
my desires
Every minute my mind escapes reality,
forgetting how much it bites.
When I finally get the bite, all I do is
pretend I don’t care. Vanity.
This constant dreaming is an endless job of
building castles in the air
Just when I pull the plug on all the
emotions and let them sleep forever,
The weather changes, the sunsets before
night time and the clouds gather,
Five thousand miles away I hear the sound
of thunder,
It’s coming again, the rain flooding all my
surroundings
The in rush of memories overwhelm me, what
was dead now lives,
The sleeping dogs are no more lying instead
barking all night.
Finally the urge conquers me,
Then I cannot hold it no more.
Through the final hour of the rain I make
it.
It is the hour after that when the wind
broke in
The fear of knowing it was all over brought
more pain ,
Remember the walk we took on a park on that
windy day
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When we felt every moment pacing through
our hearts.
That was when it was September and now it
is May,
You are not only hours away, also a phone
call away.
Agony has became my middle name.
I
still cry endless tears.
There I sit by my window wondering all
sorts of things
What might be, what could’ve been or what
must be.
Through the wind, I remain holding my phone
tightly
My mind races with thoughts of shame,
If I dial your numbers and be rejected,
I will only have no one but me to blame.
So I close my eyes wishing for the
lightning again
How I’d draw my curtains open, watching the
thunder storm
While I let the lightning strike through my
windows to my room
While I sit there, trying to feel something
other than pain
The ending is the same either way,
I make the call anyway,
And as usual there’s no answer
How can there be?
They never made telephone lines for the
dead.
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