I know you are mad at me, mommy, but I didn’t think you were this mad.
My class ended five minutes ago, why aren’t you here?
I’m sorry for everything I have done, please don’t leave me here.
If you come get me, take me home, I will do anything for you.

Six minutes now, where are you at?
Every car that drives by looks like yours, but it never is.
My teacher says to call, but you don’t answer.
They say that you have left already.

Why are you so mad that you would leave me here?
Where am I going to sleep tonight?

Nine minutes late mommy, where are you?
I can’t sleep in the school, I will smell in the morning.
Oh god. Why would you leave me here?
I’m really sorry mommy.

Finally you come to get me
I come running.

“I’m sorry mommy, please don’t leave me here!”
“Honey, I was only ten minutes late.
Come on, lets go home.”

You storm in with no passion
showing all of your emotions at once
not knowing what you are doing
you are blind

Lost all that you once loved
and we are gone

No one told us it would be like this
and you are gone

The stains on your face are brighter than ever
and the blood on your hands burns the night sky
showing skin and arms together

Wrapped in what happened before
you knew what you were dragging us into
do you have to be so blunt?
No, we know what has been done

No words can fix us now
footsteps on the path you have taken us down
wiped away by the branch hanging by your belt

You showed us to the edge of this cliff
hanging by two fingernails, wishing

You are gone

No one told us this would happen
and you are gone

No words can explain
no actions danced out on this floor
will ever speak volumes now

Now that you have left

Having this inside of me is more than I can take
help us understand
the reasons you,
and the others

Are gone

Laying in this bed
where dreams were built
and torn down in no time at all

Feeling your heart beating in my hands
fingers lost in the moment
no  turning back

Twisting and rolling
like waves in the sea
words forever lost in time

Fingers dancing where others never dare
eyes lulled by a sweet melody
locked in hopeless love

Lust and fear roll over me
not knowing we will never have this again
tells everything

Words like arrows
stay one more sunrise
with me in this bed

The sun rained down on the city that day
the day that everything changed

The old man walked alone that day
watching as his feet hit the ground
every step was a new beginning
and he was surprised by what he found

The children played together that day
wishing they could grow up too fast
not knowing how quick it would  come anyways,
they still wished to forget the past

The mother sat alone that day
surrounded by empty minds
mourning the loss of her little girl
tears came with every new thing she finds

The girl was surrounded that day
as darkness filled the air
thinking about what would come next
every thought was too much to bare

The man drove for only himself that day
losing control with every mile
every action had a payout
that broke spirits and smile

She sways in the wind like blooming trees
with flowers of white and leaves of green.
Her hair is more golden than the yellowest bees
the most beautiful thing to have ever been seen.

We held hands in the dark of the night
And bodies when the day turned light
my mind and soul wander without her.

With lips softer than babies skin
and eyes bluer than the oceans waves.
Her shoulder was colder than frozen tin
we searched ourselves deeper than caves.

I lost her in the springtime air
one more brush with her skin so fair
my mind and soul wander without her.

She turned her back on what we knew
and turned her face a whole new way.
She twisted her mind, threw herself askew
leaving without words to say.

She tossed love on the curb to wilt
grinding what was left to silt
my mind and soul wander without her.

The little boy was willing to try
to move more mountains in his tide
he flows the flowers with his fears and faults
as every little girl would want to.

He did not know what to do now,
yet he moves with such motivation
to get to going to go now
and be there with her thoughts.

She knows not what she speaks of
or why the old me cry
but move her to the mountains,
and might she be divine.

Her motions are so move-less
and her words would willow the bees
the  redness and her roughness
would bring men to their knees.

The rich man sits at his window
watching the day move
without moving with it

he looks into the glass
the beer of his fears
and his tears

not knowing where to stop
he pours one more
and another
one more

the people down below could not ever imagine
what the man above them knows
of the world in his ways
he moves so slow

towards the broken glass

he watches as the world crumbles in his hands
and knows he has the power
to stop the world from falling

the people rush below him
to the places they so need to be
making money to stay alive

another thing the man does not know

the rich man has all he could ever need
and throws it away without thought
just to have his next buzz
and move the smaller people

move them to something that no one knows
not why nor how
will the rich man tell them

one more drink to make the world go round
is all he ever said
no one knew to stop him

the rich man sits at his window
watching the world move by
wishing he was one of the smaller