Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
I'm standing in the rain,
I'm waiting for your love,
I can't rid of this pain,
so I wait to die.

I miss your spearmint breath,
the way you kissed my lips,
I try to feel what's left,
but there's never enough time.

I'm never gonna fall again,
never gonna love a friend,
never gonna give my heart,
I'm gonna burn all your art.

Everything we have left,
is gonna burn with the rest,
I need you out of my head,
forget everything you said.

There's a fire deep inside,
it rages and it burns,
it's keeping me alive,
but I'm running out of time.

I'm standing in the rain,
I'm wasting my time,
you're driving me insane,
but I don't really mind.

I'm never gonna forget,
everything was perfect,
but everything changes,
strange how it rearranges.

I don't really mind though,
if you have to go.
I'm already insane,
so this is nothing new.

I'm waiting in the rain.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Galactic heartbreak,
spanning from planet to ocean,
to mind to soul,
nothing is whole without something.

I feel the gravity,
my spine bends and cracks,
I will go to the end of the earth for you,
but I won't come back.

You're a wonder,
a special puzzle piece.
Don't let anyone tell you differently,
you shine.

Like a sun in the sky,
you shine.
Like a star way up high,
you shine.
Like a lantern in the night,
you shine.

I can't believe you were mine.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
One
Rip,
tear,
sever,
snap.

Break this heart in half.

Carve out my insides,
cook them, and me, alive.
Sprinkle pepper,
salt,
oregano.

Roast me nice and slow.

Feast,
eat,
enjoy your meal.

Forget my name,
our love,
not real.

And for dessert,
please eat my heart.

Now we will never be apart.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
I never believed in love,
until I saw you standing there,
a flower in your hair.

I can't remember,
the last time,
I spent a day not thinking,
it's been such a long time.

Spent my life thinking you were the one,
looks like I was wrong.

My wall is covered in post it notes,
words and lines written on them,
but I still can't put them together.

I'm too busy picking up the pieces,
of a broken heart, you see.

I look for pieces scattered on the floor,
but they're just too small to see.

There just too small to see.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Foster,
this lost soul.
I let it live,
inside of me.

Harvest,
a new heart.
I let it beat,
inside of me.

Grow,
a new hope.
Let it prosper,
inside of me.

Just know,
I won't go.
Let you,
destroy me.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
I heard you moved,
out of town.
Somewhere far away,
and I'm still waiting here.

And to think I was foolish enough,
to believe every word you said.
Let you and your lies,
get inside my head.

Sometimes I go to the grocery store,
just to make conversation.
Usually no one talks back.

So I give them my money,
the little I have left,
and take my candy bar,
and walk away.

I can feel them staring,
at me as I walk away.
I can feel your heartbeat,
why didn't you stay?

Read a book on moving on,
and it made me regress.
So I threw it in the fire.

I wonder if you're thinking of me,
or if I'm the only one.
I hurt just beneath the surface,
my insides are melting.

I can't seem to find,
a way to forget.
My mind says let go,
but my heart says no.

So if you're looking for me,
I'm most likely at the grocery store,
talking to all the cashiers.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sitting at home,
I can't write.
The TV is too loud,
and Jerry Springer's not my thing.
I try to think, what exactly is my purpose,
but I always draw a blank.
Maybe I'm here to run a circus,
I only said that because it rhymes.

I just can't see life,
in my old brown eyes.
I can't seem to fight,
these feelings inside.

I go bowling on Tuesdays.
I stand there in silence,
take my turn when it comes.
I look around but no one understands me,
they just know me as Barry.
I wonder if they even care for me,
or if I'm just some lonely fool.

I just can't see life,
in my old brown eyes.
I can't seem to fight,
these feelings inside.

Dropped out of school and lost my mind.
My teacher said I'm lazy,
or maybe I just don't like school.
The thought of growing older bothers me,
it makes me uneasy.
I really don't mind getting grey hairs,
I just don't like dying.

I'm a nothing,
a no one,
a loser,
a fool.

I sit silent,
I lose myself,
I am a fool.

And I just can't see life,
in my old brown eyes.
I can't seem to fight,
these feelings inside.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Next page