SkramzGirl

I think about you all the time As I'm sitting on the porch wrapped in your Old faux leather coat The snow continues fall and the lights Begin to fade It's getting darker, still And you're steadily growing farther, still I know you're too far away to listen To me beg anymore It's twelve AM in Chicago, and I guess That's where you belong It's time to eat lunch here but my stomach Is deeply rooted in my brain It's hungry for the thought of you Coming back over to stay Writing letters on loose leaf paper, Washing the pencil stains from my hands Sending out the post cards, and Trying to wrap my head around this Why aren't you here? This is going

These poems are carved on the lines in his face The crevice of weakening skin beneath his eyes tell the stories Of yesterday, when he stood up late at night Building a piece straight from the heart The sawdust and splinters embedded in his skin speak of the wood That passed through his hands He's weary and weak but he'll be happy once the project is complete He'll get to look up at her and say, “Margaret, this is for you, I made it from love, from sweat, tears And pain I cut through the bellies of trees through the sunshine and rain.” “Sleeping in Heaven, I know in your dreams you're watching Margaret, this is for you Sle

You've got a lot of nerve, don't you know? Talking to me like I don't have a single clue Of what's going on with you Tell me, why have you become so grave? Nothing makes you smile Not even if I offer to stay awhile I've tried getting through to you, But it's getting harder and harder to get Inside your head And now [chorus] You're taking control of everything You hold close to yourself You're making this a difficult task I've been pushed from the highest shelf You're taking control of everything You hold close to yourself I'm starting to think that you were Replaced by a tiny little heart It's a doppelganger of who you once were [tiny, tiny