It's late.
Many tears have fallen,
But I still cannot escape.
You're always there in the back of my mind.
Which is probably why I can't breathe.
This white box can only hold me for so long,
These restraints, Cat Got Your Tongue
The words, eager to please my suitor,
May never leave my lips.
They tell me it'll be alright,
But sunshine is nowhere in sight.
Deep down, I drown
I'm gasping for air,
All you do is stare.
Are my cries not dire enough for you?
Shall I sit on pins and bleed through and through?
Go ahead, Walk away.
I know nothing I say will make you stay.
But I'll spend the rest of my days
Hoping and praying for sunnier Mays.
April was grim
And the 20th is dim.
I know no matter where I go
You'll be there rain, sleet, or snow.