Slowly Going...Going...Gone...

Give me a thought to think

Something to make my heart start to beat

I want a feeling

Of something deeper inside of me

You seem to be stuck at the surface

But I don't really know anything

You make me cry

I want to lay down and die

You take my breath away...

That's why I went away



You were the first girl I've laid next to

Just to lay there without a motive at all

You made it comfortable for me to move around

And I tried to make off, leave without a sound

As you laid next to him, what were you thinking?

Were you thinking about me and the night before?

Did you glance over as I slowly walked out the door

Are you wishing now that you had said a little more?



Give me a breath to breathe

Give me anything...

I want to feel anything again

Even if this hurts, I want to know what it's like to feel again

I've been so cut off

So pushed out that I am used to being alone

My only concern is that you don't care

Whenever I feel all alone again



For the first time in my life

I feel like I'm doing something right

Taking my time by writing this line

Making the slowest move I know

The one where I slowly let you make the first move

So make it right and make it in time

Or else I'm gone...so is this song

So long, so long...I'm slowing going...going...gone

Author's Notes/Comments: 

So I'm through making the first move...I won't call or stop by until she asks...and even then I might not move a muscle...

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