Everyone always goes in the end, I stretch my arms out but they
never turn around
never saying anything but goodbye
watching them from behind as they leave
still feeling them all around
they have some how bound me to them
to care to cry to hold onto what
to nothing just a thought, a reminder of all the hurt
please take it all away when you go
your voice your memory expecially your face
all the time you spent in my place, my space, in my heart
in my arms, in my bed
all I remember is you and how you made it so easy as if I wasn't alive
I gave you my hand and now you demand to take a stand
and walk without a soothing talk
just stay, stay away no more hitting and spititng
spitting your hastey words
you limited to me to your issolations seing nothing but your back
so don't you ever come back or my heart will have a sudden attack
your so outspoken with your insults lodging tears in my throat
never wiping them away just standing there watching my vision become blurry
then you leave in a hurry
I'm amuned to you, your damage has beaten my soul
so please keep walking, I'm through talking
I feel the weight is gone
and with any hope soon I will breath
don't
go
slip
away,
in those
made-up
hastey holes,
because
them
cracks
keep on
the swallow...
and
they
only
stop at
the
very
soul,
just take
a
deep
breath
&
flow along
with
the
ever
playing
show
james kenneth blaylock
6-5-07
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