Friday, 1 May 2009
08:30:42 PM (GMT)
It's the keys I keep hitting,
pounding out my feelings.
It's the sound of the music,
much too loud for my ears.
It's the way I'm too shy,
to even being to say what I feel.
It's the pouring of the rain,
that hasn't let up in days.
It's the fact that I've changed,
and no one has taken much notice.
It's the fact that I think about my life all day long,
but I still don't make sense of a thing.
It's the way I feel so old,
but yet so young and immature.
It's the toll stress takes on my body,
but the stress that in the end won't matter.
It's the lack of sleep I get,
because I force myself to stay awake, and get it all out.
It's how everyone around me is trying to speed things up,
but I just want to take a deep breath and have everything come to a stand still.
It's the tired eyes, that are meant for the bedroom,
but stay, wishing, waiting, wanting.
It's how my fingers pause,
waiting for my mind to catch up and make sense of what is floating.
It's the crazy mind I have that keeps my thoughts on one person,
no matter what I try to distract myself with.
And mostly, it's the fact my heart keeps beating,
all for you.