What I wished I now regret
That pain in heart, those mournful tears
The faces I won't forget
I'm watching out my window
The separation between the glass
The outside world which leaves me crying
I'd rather have a cold cornered space from open mass
I'm waiting for that one familiar face to hollor up to me
To pack my bags and return home
To the place I long to see
With every patch of sky
That brings back the red rocks and sandy grounds
For the pictures that I took that bring back the life
Returns thier voices, returns the sounds
So what am I to do at night except look outside my window and wait?
Wait for that face upon my doorstep?
Wait for my final fate?
Whether that person decides to show up now or than
I'll still be here waiting, waithing till the end
So at night when my mother asks me what I'm looking for
I'll say I'm waiting for that one familiar face
To turn up knocking on my door
Dedicated to: Zack Coleman
Tereasa Cox, and all the hopes I left behind
 rain_clowd · Sat Oct 21, 2006 @ 03:59am · 0 Comments |
