Saturday, June 20, 2009
You find yourself in a red room, no windows or doors
You find your life seeking love and protection from
someone, and you feel it's too late.
I know how you captured my eyes, I knew what it was
the first time I saw you.
My stomach churned with butterflies,
my mind typed the words: Baby, I love You,
but you didn't think I did.
Never thought I would...
Never told yourself I will protect you with my arms..
be someone you thought I should....
So now you let go of my hand, still wondering in your
mind wether I'm right....
Baby, my hand now aches for yours...i ache
to hold you through the night...
But you will never let me be with you,
never let me capture your tears...
How could you not think I will protect you,
after all these unforgotton years?
Now since I sit here crying, by the phone,
no sound at all.....I just wish you let me say
one thing....I would, the second you will call...
But the phone sits gathering dust,
I can feel a tear from it's soul...
I just wish you would call me, settle this before i'm old.
If you will just punch my number in,
move your lips to form the words: "I dont want to be apart..."
Then I would tell you something I was longing to say,
"Remember the red room you find yourself in, baby....that's
This poem is seriously COPTWRITED!! I am NOT afraid to sue if