Monday, September 28, 2009

Raindrops . . .

Like raindrops
trickling on my face,
Catch some on my tongue
But I’m not setting the pace

(and this is good)

Didn’t expect it or deserve it
Will never break it
If it ain’t broke, don't fix it
Not setting the pace

It was written on a stall
You had blood on your boots
Brim turned down
This isn’t you

The you that I know...

I saw those boots
Cause I was on my knees
You helped me up
Told me you would breath

For me...

Make everything stop for a moment
Wait! Speed it up
And we can get past the pain
Back it up and
Let’s talk about it for a moment
You talk, while I stand in the rain

For you

So you said you don’t love
And you said you won’t care
I have yet to touch a door
A bill or a chair...while you touch my hair

My busy mind
Finds an unbusy rest
As you sit unrest
With my head on your chest

Watching

Would never try to change you
I come as I am
Never rearrange you
You have become my best friend

This is me

It’s all new and unnerving
I feel very undeserving
To smile a smile, tap my lip
And wonder how?

Just POW!

You woke me up
Thought I was wide awake
But you shook me up
Real good

Make everything stop for a moment
Wait! Speed it up
And we can get past the pain
Back it up and
Let’s talk about it for a moment
You talk, while I stand in the rain

For you

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