Thoughts from a rainy night...

It's a long, dark, cold, rainy night

Theres spiders crawling through my hair

In the back of the kitchen, an old man is singing a hymn

The town is alive with the pulse of tomorrow

But lovers will come to drown all their sorrow

It's been a nasty, dreary flight

My head is awash with remorse

The kinda night that God saved for a rainy day,

But the rainy days were busy, so he gave it away

This girl, the one drawing bruises all over my heart,

Like ten-ton words that never lose their meaning

And scratches of lost, borrowed lovers I loved under the covers

Hard as I tried, I could never hold onto their numbers

Well I shudder to think of the times when we talked

She so easily recalls "I lied", or did I?

I do recall feeling appalled, that I gave away my heart,

And all I got was a number...

As I begin now to coast, it's my brain losing most

Keeping afloat, keeping control, or just trying to cope

To remember the one whom I remember the most,

Only because she makes me feel it...

Not that I want to or even have a choice

She still writes me letters, excercising her voice

But she asked me for the truth, unfettered and harsh,

So I layed it on her, and she said...

"Boy, I've never been lied to or loved just the same,

Everytime I touch the pillow I remember your name"

"The way it still echoes in my heart is not fair,

I lowered my defenses and you caught me with your stare"

"Now I'm halfway across the world with a bounced check, a broken neck, a broken heart,

Wondering if I missed the only thing I knew I was missing"

"Now I'm tryin' to start this rusty old car with a handful of spare parts, and I MISS YOU"

"A'int really much to it, I just do...

 

Just like that the door closed,

Shut out the icy, biting wind that blows

I gave her my heart, and all I got was a number...

 

 

 

Reviews

[FoolsGold23]

Woah, now this one was interesting, gotta hand it to ya. I like the bluesy feelings, like you were walking down the main of rainy memphis on a dark night, with the red and neon glinting from street puddles, and the moon above to help with contemplation. Great write, It's homey and easily followed, no high falutin' words, just set forth plainly and simply. Great job, Your works are always a treat to read!~P