Monday, July 16, 2007

ALL I CAN DO-POEM#1


ALL I CAN DO IS SMELL YOUR CLOTHES BECAUSE I WISH YOU WERE HERE
ALL I CAN DO IS LOOK AT PICTURES OF SOMETHING THAT ONCE WAS
ALL I CAN DO IS HANG ON TO WHAT ONCE STOOD
THE IRONY IS THAT YOU ARE STILL HERE

YOU ARE SOMEWHERE WHERE YOU CAN NO LONGER TOLERATE TO HEAR MY WORDS
SOMEWHERE WHERE YOU CHOOSE TO BE FAR FROM MY TOUCH
YOU WALK RIGHT THROUGH ME EVERYDAY
MY VOICE ARE JUST ECHO’S IN YOUR HEAD

NOTHING THAT I DO SEEMS RIGHT IN YOUR WORLD
U SEARCH FOR PETTY MISTAKES TO CLAIM YOUR JUSTIFICATIONS
THERE IS NO OTHER SOLUTION THEN TO BLAME ME FOR YOUR WRONG’S

LIVING THIS WAY IS A TOXIC CONSUMPTION
SLOWLY EATING AWAY AT ANYTHING THAT REMAINED
IT IS VENOM THAT FLOWS THROUGH YOU BUT JUST WON’T LEAVE

ALL I CAN DO IS NOTHING. NOTHING IS ALL I HAVE
I HAVE AND I TRIED I SWEAR I TRIED
BUT WHERE WERE YOU IN ALL OF THESE TRY’S?
BEING ALONE IS NOT SO FAR
ALONE IS WHAT I AM YET YOU ARE STILL HERE.