Waiting For Search And Rescue Is Never A Good First Date by J. P. DaviesThere must be something more
to my state of mind.
Nurtured and battered, I tear
at the seams for things I did,
or didn't do, that make me wonder.
How can this be enough to equal screams
that came in morning?
When the empty house echoed my frustrations.
Telling me things I'm
trying not to think...
But when I hear, "You guys were meant for each other."
It plunges me back to a swirling vortex of confusiuon.
What do the words "meant to be" mean to you?
Do I believe in destiny?
If it means I'm destined to get what I want?
Sure...
If it means I get what I deserve?
I don't know. I sometimes don't think I deserve what I want.
But if my head can't arrange the details that I want to move on...
maybe I don't want to...because moving on...to me, means letting go...
I don't want to lose...even if by losing I win another way.
My one track mind
has become derailed
and the passengers
that were my hopes and dreams
have tumbled from the wreckage.
Waiting for search and rescue
is never a good first date. 12/27/2003 Posted on 12/28/2003 Copyright © 2025 J. P. Davies
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