New poem for you all. Normally i dont name my inspirations explicitly, but this one is about Emma.
Tell Me Tonight
The Head Cant Feel What The Heart Does,
The Head cant understand the pain,
The Head doesnt understand why i miss us,
And That i would never do it again,
The head is far too logical, the hearts dramatics,
Its either one or the other, never a mix,
Somewhere in beetween is nothing but a lie,
No matter how much i want it, how hard i try,
I dont know what i was thinking, the thoughts in my mind,
I know ive made a mistake but the solutions hard to find,
How do i put it right, what can i do now,
Lying in my bed, swimming in my thoughts thinking how,
What can i do, to put this thing right,
What can i do now, on this dark and lonely night,
How can i make it up to you, undo all the history,
How can i figure out what happened, whys it all a mystery,
I dont understand the decisions i make, and why i run away,
Whenever it gets too close, too real, i think of other ways,
Whenever it gets too happy, too normal and cheery,
I always find ways to mess it up and make it dreary,
I dont know why im writing this, and what i want to achieve,
Maybe its to lift this weight off my shoulders, to help me breathe,
Maybe its to lift off the burden on my heart,
To put things right i dont know where to start,
I dont know what to do, or how i should behave,
This relationship games turned my heart into a slave,
If theres any way i can fix things, or at least make it right,
Please tell me soon, please tell me tonight.
Sam Marsh 2007 (c)