Helloit's time for goodbye
but I scream, "hello"
for every time I was silent.
you don't know how badly I ache
to change all our exchanges
into long conversations.
I stayed away but now find
we're out of time without warning.
even now I can't speak
afterall, how can you say "goodbye"
without saying "hello"?
I'll always dream of what could have been
while you'll never know.
so let this be my first and final
"No"I glance off to the side, catching her eye for just a moment. That's the girl I can't stand, but also the girl I think I love. I can't stand the way she refuses to greet me when we pass, or how she smiles with others, but never with me. Why can't we share a moment like that? I love her so much, but I can't go near her. I hate how she ignores me like I don't care for her more than anyone, like I'm a faceless stranger just passing by. Not that I've told her anything about my feelings for her, but it still hurts. Sometimes I try ignoring her, just to get her back, even though she doesn't care. It helps me feel microscopically better. Still... every time I look at her it's like someone squeezes my heart. And anytime she smiles it's like a punch in the chest with a giant fist of emotion. Irritation, sorrow, anger, joy, admiration and finally regret. I want to run after her dramatically like in those cheesy flicks, but I can't bring myself to do it. It'd just be embarrassing, inappropriate,
Four o'clockThere she sits quietly on a bench, just watching and waiting. She wears a plum knit hat pulled over her brown bushy curls, wraps a gray scary round her neck and covers her round freckled nose. Her cheeks are rosy from the cold, she has her coat, hat and scarf so she is warm enough. She has to wait until four o'clock anyway, for that is the time he'll pass on his way home. Sometimes he takes the subway, other times the bus, but it doesn't matter; he always passes this bench. She smiles beneath her scarf as he strides past, he too is bundled up in a thick peacoat with a scarf and gloves. She smiles at his near perfect posture, his relaxed carefree expression, and the way he looks about. He's not an observer like her, but he likes to look around. He looks at her for a moment, his smile still dancing on his face. She looks at him still, their eyes are locked, but then he walks on. He always walks on, she knows this too well. She would see him again perhaps, tomorrow at four o'clock.
Smirkfierce eyes stare up
underneath those shaggy locks
cruelly you smirk after
killing any happiness left in me
and finally I can see
Pinball WizardYou have more to say than anyone,
stories and beautiful thoughts
swirling around in your head,
but you can't give voice to them
every time you open your mouth to speak
you catch yourself and keep silent
You're an observer
you take in the world and see its beauty
you notice what others miss
and know more than you should
but no one can see like you do
so you pretend you can't see either
You hear the music of the world
noises lost to the background
you're so stunned by its beauty
you tune out the rest of the world.
So much is trapped inside you,
your brain is ripping at the seams
and when you leave this world you love,
no one will know how great a loss it is