My nights are sleepless.
My mind is blurred.
Trying to focus through all that hurts.
I reach for the phone.
To call you on.
To a dialtone, no number
You've already gone.
My heart reminds me
Your still around.
But not touching you physically
Has me lost not found.
How do i accept
My world is not coming back?
it's harsh reality.
And thats a fact.
Distance is more than miles in between.
When it comes to your entire life changing.
I knew we would eventually part.
But not so soon.
My broken heart.
I am aware of my selfish reasons.
For that i feel shame.
I just want to hear your voice again.
Signing out for now, i love and miss you.
I'll keep in touch, please don't forget me too.
Categories:
dialtone, break up, change, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
I'll take the blame
I'll hold this space for it's all I've known...
the subtleties aren't so soft anymore
and when I call , you don't have much to say
of substance lacking...
to talk about anymore...
just going through the motions...
yeah just going through the motions
Categories:
dialtone, love hurts,
Form: I do not know?
A diaster that fell through the cracks
A mystery of lies
He wishes he was one of her facts
But when you take a beauty that doesn't look
A change in the wind will be the fall
There's a dialtone
She's too dead to take his call
When he looks foward the future is sepia toned
She gave his life the color she now lacks in her cheeks
Yet denial phoned
That was the call that was taken
A heart that refuses to believe its breaking
All those smiles she was faking
Fragments of his soul sits gray in the ashtray
The ice in his eyes liquify
She vowed her soul to a hellbent guy before his eyes
He jumped up to say "she might as well die"
But he would never want to make her cry
Golden rings lock in
She signs her soul over
So that she could spare her lover's life
Because that's what Lucifer told her
If he knew he'd rather be six feet under
Than to have been saved at the cost of Lucifer being by her side
Categories:
dialtone, sad, life,
Form: I do not know?
Confused and often left alone,
usually for crimes unknown,
no dialtone on the telephone,
prayers prayed in monotone.
The Earth revolved under our feet,
while cracks widened in concrete,
we sensed our world was incomplete,
as they wallowed in deceit.
©Danielle White
Categories:
dialtone, brother, childhood, confusion, sister
Form: Rhyme