Feb 2012
I do not write just for you
and I do not write
in order to catch
your eye.
In fact I'd rather some
not read my impoverished words at all
since these are my own personal
impoverished thoughts.
Who is it that I write for,
well there is no presure to impress
and no needs that need
to be met but only myself
and my sanity laid bare
and my instability for
all to see.
Seemingly too afraid to speak,
my words come alive as ink
and this for me is my only mirror
however distorted it may be.
It was all really very funny
that I got so mad and seemed
so hurt just because
I was had by the Kansas Queen
of mean.
She did it so clean almost
like a surgeon at work
just cutting me to pieces like
I was some ****.
But I can still smile
and I would still go that
extra mile for that kind of love
but not for that kind of person
who lacks somewhat
in style.
Her life is only one big lie
and she knows it
but those that surround her think
she is nothing but blue Sky.
In truth she can
hardley wait to tell
just one more lie in order to watch
a grown man cry.
Just so you know
my world will go on since you left
but I will never be the same
only left behind holding on to empty
memories smothered
in lies.
Why the addiction to your memories,
because moments come and pass
but those like time machines
and broken dreams
are unforgettable.
I can only look back on what
I was on that very first day that we met
and had the feeling of a driven cause
and for some stupid reason
thought that you
felt it too.
But I am stuck in the now,
broken somehow
and it is still unforgettable.
No longer can I breathe you in
letting your arms hold me safe and tight
as you take me
through the night.
All I really want now
is my freedom from this spiral cage
and my chance to dance again
into my never ending
night and the rain.
I don't think I could find
the right words to let you know exactly
what you mean to me and I know that you think
it doesn't really matter but no other thought
could make me sadder.
Sometimes I am so confused
and unsure of what to say
but sometimes
it just turns out that way....... Jon York 2012
and I do not write
in order to catch
your eye.
In fact I'd rather some
not read my impoverished words at all
since these are my own personal
impoverished thoughts.
Who is it that I write for,
well there is no presure to impress
and no needs that need
to be met but only myself
and my sanity laid bare
and my instability for
all to see.
Seemingly too afraid to speak,
my words come alive as ink
and this for me is my only mirror
however distorted it may be.
It was all really very funny
that I got so mad and seemed
so hurt just because
I was had by the Kansas Queen
of mean.
She did it so clean almost
like a surgeon at work
just cutting me to pieces like
I was some ****.
But I can still smile
and I would still go that
extra mile for that kind of love
but not for that kind of person
who lacks somewhat
in style.
Her life is only one big lie
and she knows it
but those that surround her think
she is nothing but blue Sky.
In truth she can
hardley wait to tell
just one more lie in order to watch
a grown man cry.
Just so you know
my world will go on since you left
but I will never be the same
only left behind holding on to empty
memories smothered
in lies.
Why the addiction to your memories,
because moments come and pass
but those like time machines
and broken dreams
are unforgettable.
I can only look back on what
I was on that very first day that we met
and had the feeling of a driven cause
and for some stupid reason
thought that you
felt it too.
But I am stuck in the now,
broken somehow
and it is still unforgettable.
No longer can I breathe you in
letting your arms hold me safe and tight
as you take me
through the night.
All I really want now
is my freedom from this spiral cage
and my chance to dance again
into my never ending
night and the rain.
I don't think I could find
the right words to let you know exactly
what you mean to me and I know that you think
it doesn't really matter but no other thought
could make me sadder.
Sometimes I am so confused
and unsure of what to say
but sometimes
it just turns out that way....... Jon York 2012
