Heavy footed literary girl
Your eyes are like rain
belly full of regret and fruit flavored gum drops
wide awake again
2AM-4AM the clock ticks in the dark
It's almost like clockwork
Gripped with fear, sadness, loneliness and despair
Is this journey worth it in the end?
Eyes wide open staring into an abyss
What if this goes nowhere?
The quiet hum of an air conditioner breeze,
reminders of a life you threw away
Most days you don't look back my little literary girl
To this end you seem very brave
But then the darkest hour,
just before dawn when he'd
come to bed and hold you
even though all else was wrong with the two of you
at that moment all else would melt away
The evil tiresome worries of the day
The devil at rest in dreams, evil at bay
Until the next morning when the monster would awake
I wait years and years now it seems
To put forth in motion these very dreams
words like driven, dedicated, devoted, replace glamour and pristine
One day we'll get out of here
One day we'll have money, fame, lights and stage
One day, I've been waiting too many years
One day too far away may never come, it seems...
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