Sad moments hurt and leaves you in "No Land"
Longing for hope
Reaching out to "No Hand"
Uncertain of the times
Ticking away with broken bonds
Plenty of moments gone undefined
"Will things get better"?
You sit and watch the world keep on going
Be patient and wait for tomorrow's unknowing
Ideas in my mind for the future is overflowing
Events from my past is shaping all these emotions that are not meant to last
The pain, the shame, all these feelings hitting my internal fast
My happy morning is gone
All because of one phone call
Sister is revisiting all of her "What Happeneds" feeling alone
So she decided to pick up the phone and call to bring me along
She pulls back and aim
Her target, like always, remains the same
To bring me down
And bring back that O so familiar frown
To turn me into her little baby clown
Ring Ring, Hello, I heard her tone
I quickly hung up the phone
I sent a text that read:
"Your thirst is clear
And your roots are dry
Let out your tears
And Prepare to fly
Your tears sometimes serve as nourishment for growth
Tomorrow gets better if you dont give up hope
But today i wont let you bring me down
No More being your little baby clown
Because whatever dont change is not growing
And whatever is not growing is dying slowly".
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2 comments:
Crystal: the blog is looking great. I think your use of the "text message" in this piece, as a platform for more lyrical writing, gives it a great 'twist'- contemporary format over timeless material. ~R
I like your blog, howd you get the pics there? I like the line, tomorrow, dont give up hope! thats a very insperational line! <3
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