So many nights
She's still unsure
But heard that noone knows what happens tomorrow
One doesn't agree
.
She stares at the ground
At every step
So she doesn't trip
Two won't catch her anymore
.
A little silence
Can't go unmarked
But she can't pretend
Not to see him sway
He never promised her anything
Three won't stay
.
And she's topless in the bar again
But he doesn't know
That what she's scared of
She won't hesitate to show
Four gave her his jumper
.
She swaps poetry
Between each refresh
And fires questions
To put him to the test
Five isn't wanted
.
Six gave her a chocolate
In return for her smile
Or to stop her from singing
.
He wore stripes one day
And stuck in her mind
Seven barely realises
That she's alive
.
Eight says he'll miss her
As he boards the plane
But with miles inbetween
It couldn't be the same
Not with her memory
.
She tends to be a panthress
And capture her prey
Noone says no to her
But someone will someday
She didn't listen to Nine
.
She giggles as she waits
Just a villager in her cottage
On a lane somewhere
I could tell her what she waits for
But it wouldn't be fair
Number ten.
4 comments:
This reminded me in part of an A perfect Circle song called MAgdalena.... I think you would like it... Lyrics are amazing the song itself is a tad heavy.
I am trying to figure out what makes you tick, i remember this blog very early on, i remember your JAck Russell and fixation on Our Lady Peace. What changed you torwards the more sombre , yet beautiful poety.
Not a critisism, just a question.
Aidan
We live we learn, we change.
This blog serves to externalise anything i can't get out in other ways, mostly.
what makes me tick?
Expression ok i got ya...
It is quite a change from origianl posts, i guess i have changed a lot from when i first blogged. Definately a lot happier:)
I am not even sure what makes me tick let alone anyone else, trying to work it all out, good to have a few more samples for the cross section though..
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