Thursday, November 5, 2009

Chapter 4 (end starts)

The last thing I wanted is to be is alone.
The night are back and I'm a wreck in this zone.
I call her and I don't get a response on the phone.
I care less for my life and more for my death stone.

My tears are heavy but I can't get them off.
I try to stand up straight and look tough.
I try to squiz every moment of life but I don't have a love.
She left and walk to the ends of the world, her home.

I ran and ran and never got there my queen.
I thought our future would be great and now is just mean.
I'm not garbage im not dirt but you try to clean me.
I'm off your thought and off your heart but your always my dream.

You give me strength more and more each day.
I live the life of a lonely man who can't find may.
The spring days of home and early breakfast over a bay.
looking up to the sky thanking it because we are not they.

The two people who forgot to love are not us.
Because we been more than lovers and and friends, I'm your Truss.
I'm the one who keeps us whole the one who makes us an A plus.
I'm the one who waits for you while you wait for the bus.

You wait for a way to get to me faster.
I just want you here like I'm missing my Master.
I want to form you from melted lava like a caster.
But you are looking for a spot in your raster.