slide open the window above my bed
i feel my ribs clenched like a fist around
my lungs, mercilessly choking vital organs
heart is in my throat, sick of swallowing pills
i blow it out in puffs of smoke, tangible shapes
town surrounding, i find nothing to keep me here
hear music of crickets over a darkened landscape
dear yet despondent, i find nothing to keep me here
hear a cat's faint cry from a neighboring block
i wonder what he's saying, wonder what he'd say
if he could communicate, find words to speak to me
i'd tell him that i have never needed anyone or anything
so badly as i need her, i find nothing to keep me here
i'd tell him that i long to have his stray cat freedom
yeah, if i could communicate, find words to speak
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