8.05.2009

I Loved It When You Held Me High, I Loved To Hear You Talk

Hold my soul;
I try so hard to make you proud
I will never know what its like to reach
Your Satisfaction.
I want to be loved by you--
Can I see you smile just once?
We both know the lows
We feel the same pain
We share darkness in our eyes
Is it so wrong to show these ghosts?
I wish I could buy back our time together
When we would laugh endlessly.
I feel like my five-year-old self,
Lying in bed,
Staring at the ceiling
Wondering if you were thinking of me.
And still, the tears flow at night while our laughter
Reverberates against these hollow walls.
What can I do so I don't disappoint you, father.
For I bring myself down 
Knowing I cannot make you proud.

2 comments:

  1. Hey...I read it...
    "when things are going well, I get anxious, knowing something bad must happen soon (...)"
    I have this need, this need to say that i can relate that.
    To know that life oscillate like a pendulum, between good things and bad things.How can good things happens all the time? This does'nt exist, bad things need to get in our way...
    But hey! Guess it's our job to handle this, after all this is life.

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  2. this is different than what you are saying but your post made me remember how sometimes i focus so hard on making other people love me that i forget to come to a conclusion of whether i really love them. i've tried to mold myself into what i think they would want to the point where we could never have been truthfully together because i was not myself.

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