Tell me a story
so I can let you live
Live with the memories
of everything we did together
and the benefits of being apart
Tell me a story
because I seem to do all the talking
all the doing
all the coaching and prepping
for you to tell me
something
What if, You were wrong
in the way you thought
I was alive?
Burnt out, spent
Still, I did more to remember you
more
Still is how I felt after
realizing you could have actually
been there
If you are speaking,
push the others aside
so I can follow
There is a light somewhere
but I can only see it
when I close my eyes
Please, tell me a story
Tag: memory
I died Again
I died Again.
I died again
Last night
And then, Again
Today
Every time I close my eyes
I can’t see
until I open them
Again
And then
I don’t want to
I don’t want to have to
imagine what life would be
could be
without the use of my hands,
Legs, feet, tongue, ears
minus the butterflies inside my head
Minus what they call a brain
I don’t want to be insane
But, I can’t keep my eyes
still
The Church of Mercy
Show me again
How we do it
Do I have to be under covers
or is it something I can share
with my brothers
Show me again
How we do it
I may dress the same
as they do
Or maybe I just hold the chalice
better for You
Oh, the things I hold
Reading as You talk aloud
I get a sense of urgency
to be proud
Such a sensation
Comes over me
Until a face turns and gives me pity
Show me again
How we do it
Your word is Your bond
and of that, I’m quite fond
To know that I should know better
when Your voices becomes
an “I Love You” letter
Never will I divulge my secret crush
Hush.
So, Show Me again
What made You do this to me
Was it the air I breathed
when You walked by
Did my subservience entice You
and fixate Your eyes on the sky?
How many times did I
touch Your robe
Before we made plans
to see the golden globe?
But, in time, I’ll be on my own
Trying to establish a name
from which I’ve grown
And Anaphora will keep haunting me
in ways that it could only be
Show Me again
what made You do this to me
Show Me again
so I can have my one true friend
The Warm Goodbye
Saying what you want to hear
Always confuses me
Turning shivers to fear
Something (even) a child shouldn’t see
Breaking apart
For some, it’s so easy to do
After I’ve given you my heart
I see the difference in You
Please say, Hello
to our Warm Goodbye
Try not to let me fall too low
I may not be able to reach the sky
Please say, Hello
before you pass me by
It’s not all my doing though
If only you’d ask me why
Tears they fall off my pillow
Onto the bed sheets and into my hands
Wanting you to water my weeping willow
So the other flowers cheer in the stands
Tell me that you still love me
Say it soft and with a wink and a smile
I pray that my eyes don’t fail to see
the joy I gave you for a while
So, if I leave
If I leave
I need to know that you
will be cared for
That you’ll never forget
you were my reason for living
And when you take a look in
the mirror
you’ll see a little of me in you
Toss your hair back
Throw yourself a smile
Let the world see what you’re giving
You’re still my reason for living
If I leave
I need to see you being good
to you
That you know how to really smile
Feeling that it’s all worthwhile
And if I have to leave
I hope there’s enough time
for me to live
To introduce tomorrow to today
What a more perfect way
to be able to say
So, if I leave
Will you remember what I did
Though I wish more of the good
than the bad
But will you remember what I did
Make me more than just a name
that carries all the shame
Remember what I did
Remember
Don’t make me more than I was
Just remember me because
of love
So, if I leave
I hope you do believe
I gave it my all
When only seasons change
Feelings remain the same
And words sometime break the fall
Hello, History
Hello, History
I hope you remember my name
although some things may have been left out
the facts should remain the same
I guess there may have been a calling
to do just what I did
The further I delved, the more I felt like falling
and wondering if ever I was a kid
Things have been written
more has been said
At times the world was smitten
after hearing that I was dead
Many have done what I have done
some even considered better
I’d like to believe that I had nothing but fun
exuding my love without a fetter
I never sought fortune or fame
I never wanted to feel the lights
There was only something about my name
that helped me through the nights
To see a smile
or hear the joy
Made whatever I did worthwhile
for some little girl or little boy
There was never any claim to pain
although it was not all about glee
I am so grateful my living brought the rain
in a way that could only be done by me
So, dear History
I really hope that you remember my name
Whatever you choose to leave out
Please make sure the facts remain the same
© 2010 TTBoy
