Post by ScarletMornings on Mar 8, 2005 23:50:03 GMT -8
Glancing towards the night
Outside my window
(Inside my soul)
Champagne running
Swift through my veins.
Lifting them so I can’t sit still.
I cry at the feeling in the middle of me,
Open the door and get on the bed
Curl against you, mother, feel my head
While I tell you my tummy hurts.
Making me feel sick when you ask
“What kind of hurt?” and all I can tell you
Is anxious.
Looking always at my window
Outside is the night
(Inside me, too)
Still need to move
To run and prove
I’m something, but what?
Waiting for anything
What do you tell them is wrong
When you (they?) can’t do anything about it?
Throwing back my head and
Screaming “Something happen!”<br>Hoping somebody, anybody
Is listening.
Staring through that window
Night is pressing in
(Out of inside me, too)
Bored with the world, with constraints
Why when you say jump
Should I say how high?
Thinking, always thinking,
Saving myself for you, darling
Whoever you aren’t or are
Sick to my mind (stomach?)
Hard to tell now why my mind (stomach)
Is churning.
Window stays held
Night, you never give up outside
(Inside me, too, just remember)
Guess there are a million words for what I feel
I'll put it to the gods (God?) this way-
Why the hell am I so restless for what’s coming?
Outside my window
(Inside my soul)
Champagne running
Swift through my veins.
Lifting them so I can’t sit still.
I cry at the feeling in the middle of me,
Open the door and get on the bed
Curl against you, mother, feel my head
While I tell you my tummy hurts.
Making me feel sick when you ask
“What kind of hurt?” and all I can tell you
Is anxious.
Looking always at my window
Outside is the night
(Inside me, too)
Still need to move
To run and prove
I’m something, but what?
Waiting for anything
What do you tell them is wrong
When you (they?) can’t do anything about it?
Throwing back my head and
Screaming “Something happen!”<br>Hoping somebody, anybody
Is listening.
Staring through that window
Night is pressing in
(Out of inside me, too)
Bored with the world, with constraints
Why when you say jump
Should I say how high?
Thinking, always thinking,
Saving myself for you, darling
Whoever you aren’t or are
Sick to my mind (stomach?)
Hard to tell now why my mind (stomach)
Is churning.
Window stays held
Night, you never give up outside
(Inside me, too, just remember)
Guess there are a million words for what I feel
I'll put it to the gods (God?) this way-
Why the hell am I so restless for what’s coming?
