It's finally 7'o clock
I sit on this couch wondering lots
Lots of things about you and me
I grasp the phone tightly and softly sing
I had been busy all day and only one thing was on my mind
Hearing your voice meld with mine
I turned off the T.V.
No need for distractions
My thoughts continuing to run
So many things to do with you that are fun
Even though I was extremely fatigued
I wouldn't let that stop the impending meeting
Thirty minutes pass
That's ok
She's probably just a bit busy
She always calls a little bit late
I could care less
cuz I'm willing to wait
A hour and a half later
I still sit on the couch
The clock strikes nine
T.V. still turned off
My dog begins to whine
I still clutch the phone as I let her out
I let out a sigh and begin to pout
Where could she be
I know she's not working
If only I was here at five-thirty
No worries, no worries
It won't be long
She'll call, I can't be wrong
Five hours later
It's now 2 A.M.
I'm still waiting tapping on a piece of tin
The phone grasped firmly in my palm,
The house is now all calm
She's probably asleep now but maybe she'll sneak a call
It might be crazy I thought as I walked down the hall
I'm being to possesive is that the problem
I argue with myself again
The last time I heard from you
was about 10:20 A.M of yesterday.
I sigh and the moping begins
Several hours later it is now morning
I didn't sleep a wink
I wondered if maybe you had been in a accident
It's now 8:57 A.M.
The phone rings again
It's your number I cry and eargerly answer
But...it's not your voice
It's one of my friends
I hear you in the background as you with them
You both tell me that she slept over with you
You even went to the mall too
I lean against the wall
Emotions overflow
I'm happy to hear you but I want to go
My phone begins to die so I say I'll see you later today
That's what I get for holding it throughout the day
You say something but I quickly hang-up
I don't wanna here you I feel like throwing up
Shortly after you and her arrive at my house
I try to smile but nothing comes out
I have to control these thoughts and feelings
Can't let them out I'm just not ready
After a very dull visit and my charade
I stare sorrowfully as I nod
I stare at the boy in the mirror
His expression seems weird
In confusion he begins to write a letter
It's full of emotions that got the better
Of him and everything within
He gets to the end
It's time to sign
He hesistates for a moment
Maybe I shouldn't send
but before I can stop
I put myself in a bind
I sign from the neglected person
and click send
You'll see this letter later and what will you do
Will you get mad at this stpuid fool
I wonder did I do the right thing
Those emotions came from somewhere
and it's best that you know
Is it guilt that rises from below
I must have been to possesive
I now sit here an type
Hoping you'll read some of this boy's plight
I wonder who this boy is
he's definitely me.....
This boy named Fuzzy.
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