At that MomentAt that momentMore Like This
Any moment now it will happen.
At any moment now you'll be gone.
I just know what will happen.
Tears will shed.
Not just one, like in the movies, but thousands will run down my face.
At that moment you will be gone.
At that moment you won't be there to wipe my eyes
You won't be there to hold me close.
I can just see it now
A chill will run deep into my very soul
that can only be comforted by your strong arms around me.
But I know that at that moment, you won't be there.
You'll be gone
with a gun in place of me in your arms.
It's never like those television show dramas.
There is no way to describe the pain and suffering
I will go through.
It will be unreal at that moment, when you'll be gone.
I can just tell what the setting will be like
Me, in your favorite spring dress.
You, in your fine pressed uniform.
It will be a glorious sunny day.
It's never like the old romance novels.
Trench coats and rain don't exist in my world with you.
Painted PorchI was little lost kittenMore Like This
Caught in the whirlwind storm
That was my battered heart
Until you braved the storm
Gathered me up in your arms
Bringing me out of the rain
Here I wish to spend
The rest of my days
Curled up on your painted porch
Cheap HeartbeatsHe told meMore Like This
You wear your skin like
He told me that I was
Half price for
With stained skin
and faded eyes
I scrubbed my skin
Turned to sandpaper
In my palms
Making the goosebumps
On my arms
The freckles wouldn't go
And I cried and
So he told them
She is supposed to be
She is beautiful
She will make you
I said wait
I said no
And he looked at me
With eyes like old bronze
He told me
Or they'll find out
Nobody is supposed
To be this way
You're not perfect
You're not beautiful
And you don't make me
He said Shut up
And don't let the world know
You're a product
Words and MeaningsMore Like This
You must understand that I am a writer. I am not a pragmatist. When I say that I love you, my feelings are far deeper and far more complicated. When I say I would die for you, my idea of death is twisted and not made of any form of repentence at all. When I say I would kill for you, it's not just metaphorical or metaphysical murder I speak of.
But when I say I find you more poignant than the moment I stood above Mary Shelly's grave, tears streaming down my cheeks, overwhelmed by the emotions that welled inside my body...then I must find you very poignant indeed.