Jealousy
At dead of night, when strangers roam
The streets in search of anyone who’ll take them home
I lie alone, the clock strikes three
And anyone who wanted to could contact me
At dead of night, ’till break of day
Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake
It’s much too late
Where’ve you been?
Who’ve you seen?
You didn’t phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? You know you could
I’ve tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
I never knew time passed so slow
I wish I’d never met you,
or that I could bear to let you go
At dead of night, ’till break of day
Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake
It’s much too late
January 5, 2011 at 3:49 pm
I like this poem. Kind of reminds me of
The crystal ship
Before you slip into unconsciousness
I’d like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss
Another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We’ll meet again
We’ll meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You’d rather cry
I’d rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back
I’ll drop a line