I have things-
Thoughts
That I must tell you.
They run numbly through my head,
And they make my heart hurt
So tenderly.
They remind me of a different day.
Tonight... I will turn out
Those burning lights.
I'll look out the rain-splattered window
And jump out-
Out.
The world outside of this one,
That's where I'll go.
The place full of something I've lost.
I have feelings
That I think you could understand,
But how do I say them?
How do I convey them?
Tonight... I will run,
And I will hurt when I laugh.
And maybe tonight
I will feel alright.
I wanted this to rhyme
And I wanted my life to fit right
Into the rhythm of this world.
You understand this.
Maybe tonight I will tell you
That I feel so many things.
And I will take these feelings,
And I will find a way to stretch and whirl
Them into spoken truth.
Maybe tonight,
I'll find a way.
I'll run away, always away-
Towards my own awaiting arms
Somewhere far off in the night.
But before I go, I will ask you,
So softly:
"Will you come with me?"
And you, friend, will say:
"I will."
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Truth
PoetryA miscellany of things and other things that may or may not be of the sort.