i got this picture in my head ,
a dark labyrinth blue,
faces in the crowd,
but wait, then it's just you,
i see my silver erector set,
i can build you buildings when it's bright,
i see the leaves falling down, it's autumn out tonight...
i can see the sandy beaches,
and the line i drew in the sand,
though that was many years ago,
you still tell me to take your hand,
i see it all a little clearer tonight, than i did before,
but i was a ****** back then,
and i always wanted you more,
as the painting of the picture gets clearer in my mind,
i try to refocus on little things i left behind,
like the time way back in my mind,
when I thought the world was cool,
seventeen and full of everything but you,
I think I can smell your perfume now, are you walking in the door,
mom I really miss you now, much more than I have before,
little things like just talking to you,
you busting me when I was ******
how you always told me I was going to be something great,
now you've left me on my own....
I wish you were here to push me **** it,
I'm all dried up inside,
no motivation to do anything except maybe write.....
I feel I have to leave this place where the autumns chill my heart,
leave the memories of you and make a new head start,
build a fictional past with my new beginnings,
and forget all that I've gone through,
but there's not a chance,
not even a maybe,
that I'm going to forget you.
I miss you momma.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 9:57 PM UTC
i got this picture in my head ,
a dark labyrinth blue,
faces in the crowd,
but wait, then it's just you,
i see my silver erector set,
i can build you buildings when it's bright,
i see the leaves falling down, it's autumn out tonight...
i can see the sandy beaches,
and the line i drew in the sand,
though that was many years ago,
you still tell me to take your hand,
i see it all a little clearer tonight, than i did before,
but i was a ****** back then,
and i always wanted you more,
as the painting of the picture gets clearer in my mind,
i try to refocus on little things i left behind,
like the time way back in my mind,
when I thought the world was cool,
seventeen and full of everything but you,
I think I can smell your perfume now, are you walking in the door,
mom I really miss you now, much more than I have before,
little things like just talking to you,
you busting me when I was ******
how you always told me I was going to be something great,
now you've left me on my own....
I wish you were here to push me **** it,
I'm all dried up inside,
no motivation to do anything except maybe write.....
I feel I have to leave this place where the autumns chill my heart,
leave the memories of you and make a new head start,
build a fictional past with my new beginnings,
and forget all that I've gone through,
but there's not a chance,
not even a maybe,
that I'm going to forget you.
I miss you momma.