and the book lays open, it just sits there
and part of me truely doesnÕt care
iÕm full of passion for other things
i peer outside and see the motioneless swings
see them? and there is a story behind them too
just like me and you
but i just sit still watching the pages turn in the air conditioning
and outside i see the wind, move the swing
i can not study even though i know i must
but so many other clogging my head like lust
and i look down at my hand
do you, could you understand?
the echoing shouts of my rents
and the verbal abuse left a few dents
dents in the love between them and me
iÕm not sure if they can see
iÕm not perfect
and will never be
so i sit
and think a bit
and the book lays open, it just sits there
and part of me truely doesnÕt care
iÕm full of passion for other things
i peer outside and see the motionless swings
i wish i could write, write and write
until the exams and school goes out of sight
where its just me and my lover
tears start to fall all over
and then i wonder, why am i crying?
A thought aproaches me
pessemisticly
Our love could go through this all
and never take a fall...
If we hold stroung and together
we can be...forever..
Then I think of my parents and the Failure I am to them
iÕm sick of them expecting the highest of me
canÕt they just love me for me?
but i sigh and tell myself this is all self pity
and in to my lap crawls my soft purry kitty
without a care nor an exam
and i take my hand, and the books slam
the kitten jumps off now afraid of me
what do you want me to be?
the books lay close and a sudden curiousity lingers in the air
and suddenly i start to care
if i aced just once in my life
and threw down the tempting knife
would everything feel somewhere near to alright?
and suddenly all boredom goes out of sight
and the books lay open atop my desk
i look outside and see the motionless swing
and a breeze pulls over, and takes it away
maybe, i could do ok?