Missing You,
As I awake to an early spring morning I find my self with out your presents or maybe it's
because I just need some one to talk to,
I don't like to be unsure of my self I mean it is one thing to doubt your self but to fill
unsure of who you are...is frustrating,
you knew who I was you seen who I could be and you always knew I am just being me
and to change I would be a fool,
but why do I fill lonely some times not in the sense of being alone just different no one
to talk with in my time of need...it's damaging,
you use to say I was different because I'm special, or because I'm a leader not a follower
even as a child I was quite and keep to my self,
now as an adult I can't seem to find that happy medium I talk to alot of people but I have
no friends at least nothing in common with them,
every body dreams different, thinks different wants to be some one else I just want to be
me yet I sit alone like waiting on a shelf,
I walked a frozen path lit by fires of destruction I've turned away from hands of the devil
I don't broad cast my past, my scares or show my weapons,
I broke down the walls that held me inside but for what? I could run with the best of them
but I prefer to walk,
I don't need things to show who I am I don't need to be phrased to be I am as simple
as a cold November rain,
you were my friend you were energy and it's times like this I wish I could hear your voice
as we sit to talk,
writing this I could almost hear you almost see the ghost of you sitting drinking a cup of
coffee telling me...just play your game son just play your game.
Copyright © Michael Romero | Year Posted 2008
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