And?
Burn the center and pack
the rest neatly away Brush
your mind to the side so
it stays out of the way
Cause in real life it doesn't
really count for anything And
that just makes it all that
much simpler in some way
A box of broken hearts to go
along with my jars of nightly tears
Drenched in the morning fears
I'm seeing red a lot these days My
life seems to be floating away
I'm not sure how many times
it's passed me now This isn't how
I thought it'd be Does it even
matter, sense it was already broken
before me?
Walk away, walk away again I
didn't even listen to anything you
said, I'm not even paying attention
What was that again? Walk away
Walked away once again
And I thought that's what you
said, but I couldn't tell for sure
Couldn't over you voice anyway
Are you sure that's what
you said? I don't think
it is Could you repeat that?
What did you say again? I
wasn't listening
Walk away, walk away again I
didn't even listen to anything you
said, I'm not even paying attention
What was that again? Walk away
Walked away once again
I don't care about what you said
I'm not listening So I'll
just walk away again
Written June 6, 2005
Copyright © Kristin Baker | Year Posted 2008
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