1:23 Am
Afraid of the rain, I don’t want to be... I’ve emptied Pandora’s Box on my bed.
It’s 1: 23 and I didn’t mean to do it. How could I do it again?
How stupid you must be…
I just want to cry, I don’t want get out bed, but I do.
Because I was ready for once in my life…devastated, strung-out.
I looking at the compact, I see the rain out of my mirror. I'm strapped to an image,
of something that was foraged.
I just wanted to love you again. Wanted to be pure in someone eyes.
I’ve soled my soul for it,
A zombie, machinery that’s in love with you.
Seeing you from cross the platform, kissing and hugging, someone that should
be me,
Was it me?
Its 1:23, my heart just stopped, figuring it’s figment of my imagination. Who would
have known? Who would have believed?
It’s 1:23 and I’m hurt, and I think everybody knows. I can’t close my heart,
I tried to see this optimistically.
“I’ll just wait for him to come around”, but the rain is coming now.
Mixing ebony skin, so much he and she became invisible,
I’m creditable, and it’s not enough for you anymore,
Look at all that rain! Watching the ground flood through my clouded eyes,
In the middle of storm, it’s 1:23, walking off the platform, down the stairs,
With your love as a painful memory, that the frightful rain is my only friend.
Copyright © Tanine Graham | Year Posted 2008
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