Not What I Want

Days and weeks since
I've been there,
Young comes to mind
when I stop.
Stopping long ago...

Should have done,
Could have done,
Would have done's
Never changed a thing.

Looking at her,
Makes me sing.
Wells up and drips,
From my eye.

Never wanna call it cry.
What is it inside,
Lets me so confide,
Yet walk back to
The old...

Should have done,
Could have done,
Would have done's
Never changed a thing.

Looking at her,
Makes me sing.
Wells up and drips,
From my eye.

Always feeling so dry.
After it stops,
And it sinks in,
I desperately grasp
For young...

Should have done,
Could have done,
Would have done's
Never changed a thing.

Looking at her,
Makes me sing.
Wells up and drips,
From my eye.

Whenever I pry,
There's a clearing
Of my eye
Too many superlatives
Always are...

It's not what I want
Young's not so bad
A return to innocent
Wiping of imprints
On my mind

It's not what I want
Away from Here
Won't change it
So Wake Up,
Peter


by: Drew
written: March 15th, 2006
(#57)

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