Sing me a song,hmm me a tune, play me a violin, anything to slow this pain in my heart, this taste in my mouth, these feelings of no return.
I don't know where to begin, feeling empty, as space, between paper & pen, face, left gazing at my life, like, this can't be the end, eyes fight, it can't end, like this, my past, cries,wishing it never begin, my present blushes, crushes, ego & all, leaving me reminiscing on back, then, then my future laughs, offering, me hope of when, when my oldest child ask me, when can we be a family again.
Why aren't you & mommy together, as her tears flow, my tears follow, her yesterday years, can't imagine better tomorrows, her present sorrows, wish she could open, the eyes on God's sparrow, understanding not Cupid's bows & arrows, knowing not how narrow, love's yellow brick road can be, how easy it is to slip, stumble, & fall, or how hard, it is to pick yourself up, just to purposely attempt to fall in love again & make a new family.
Sing me a song, hmm me a tune,play me a violin,anything to slow this pain my heart's in, this taste in my mouth, these feelings of no return.
She's contempt with her younger sisters, unaware of a baby brother, likes the other female, but knows she's no mother, to her, any time becomes not enough with the other, family means father & mother, together, is the only better, no replacement supplements, no substitutions, too many new problems, only one solution in her actions. Knows she's strong, but lacks the strength to manually pull the hands of time apart. A part! She rations, her smiles & rejoicing, so later she wouldn't remorse so much, missing yesterday, today, or tomorrow forever.
Her,mind doesn't comprehend. My,mind can't comprehend. She doesn't want to understand, I, can't make her understand, she, refuses to accept, I, refuse to reject, the truth, so we are both left in awe, to interpret theories of life, like, an atheist opening his eyes & seeing heaven, Jesus Christ, or hell no, how can this be, everything we thought to be, family, how can we see, this movie in 3D, in black & white,
how can wrong feel so right, how can death ever imagine how to live life, how could day ever loose sight, how can the sun shine at night. Why didn't love posses enough might, Why wasn't my mommy or daddy ever afraid of heights, why are people so love parachuters be so brave, endangering lives knowing everyone can't be saved. Somebody please tell me, sell me, I'll pay anything just to have them be the cheapest item in Life's store, I wish I had the receipt to return them back to the time they were happy or content to atleast attempt to aw together since they love each other but can't love together under one roof.
Sing me song,Hmm me a tune, play me a violin,anything to slow this pain,my hearts in, this taste in my mouth, these feelings of no return.
And I don't know what to tell her, when I know she's more passionate than I've ever been, like she's a politician running for presidency, like
God with mankind, being such a perfectionist, she would white out every single one of our sins, destroy what's left of us just to try to make perfect together because with an imagination as vivid & wild, as boar, her dreaming eagle wings, were meant to soar, but I can barely protect & serve my own, yet alone hers anymore.
I have to let her know every life's decisions are sometimes harder to make than a child's. Although every choice we make as an adult. Can be the ultimate mistake, & can.....
take.......
& break, more than a child could dream or ever imagined!
