My words come out better
when you are with me.
When you are gone,
I cannot form a coherent thought.
Agony, sheer agony of mind
Screaming at whiteness,
Longing for you
to say something to me.
You come and go
when you please.
You’re cold-hearted
fickle and rude. But when
you’re sweet?
You’re decadently so.
When you’re loving,
You wrap yourself in my
mind--you never let go
Promise me one thing?
If you’re going to go again,
Give me some warning.
That way, I’ll have a pen in hand
when you come knocking at my door.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
My words come out better
when you are with me.
When you are gone,
I cannot form a coherent thought.
Agony, sheer agony of mind
Screaming at whiteness,
Longing for you
to say something to me.
You come and go
when you please.
You’re cold-hearted
fickle and rude. But when
you’re sweet?
You’re decadently so.
When you’re loving,
You wrap yourself in my
mind--you never let go
Promise me one thing?
If you’re going to go again,
Give me some warning.
That way, I’ll have a pen in hand
when you come knocking at my door.