Words

I've got so many things on my mind tonight

And for some reason poetry is the only friend I have at 1 a.m.

This feeling of wanting to climb out on my roof and watch the stars has to mean something I guess

But all I really know is that I'm lonely

 

 

When I'm sitting with the light on, eating the chocolate you gave me, all I can see is confusion

But if I turn off the light I can't see anything at all

Why is that scarier than knowing what is to come

I don't want to be that girl anymore that sits up all night talking to the moon; pondering if you care because I know you care

All I see is how you never talk to me

But what I don't see is that to you, your words don't mean anything

One person's perspective never taught someone else about the entire world

The moon has told it's secrets to more than one man

I guess that maybe I wanted you to teach me everything about the world

And I guess maybe you knew you couldn't

So instead of walking me to my car, you left me at the door

Maybe because you felt like the moon's words were more powerful 

 

 

 

 

But you know what the moon told me

Nothing. It said nothing.  

That's when I realized that it's words are not the most important thing to me anymore

It's yours

m.a.a