watching the hour glass, it's running out!

waiting
It's the hardest thing I do
waiting for you to come to me
waiting for me to come to you
Days they pass
Nights they fade
they don't mean anything when your away
waiting for you to come to me
seems like the longest of long eternities

waiting
the tics they slow to a snails pace
and sometimes they even try to escape
freeze the clock
turn back the time
waiting waiting on a dime
"spin, spin, spin" i scream
at all things round and in between
the space that keeps you from me
waiting waiting for you to be

it drives me crazy
my hair's a mess
standing up
in birds nests

its the waiting that going to ruin my mind
leaving me here alone in time
you'll never experience how hard it is to wait for me to come near

but then again your waiting too
waiting for me to do what i've always promised i'd do
maybe your waiting's harder than mine
because your waiting does not rhyme

i'm sorry i've kept you waiting long, just a few more minutes on the ticking time bomb . . .

loosing smiles

little fingers play on the lines of my face

dreams that come but never gain

control of life or find their place

little fingers soon replaced

lay them still down by my side

what can we do but try not to cry

mourn the missing empty space

you will soon try to replace

in the closet what to wear

black like night seems to bare

but too harsh for such a soul

little baby fingers and toes

will they lay you down to rest

in a bed of eternity’s peace

paint your face and brush down your hair

we will all miss the blue eyes and cowlicks you bared

little questions from children’s voices

answers seldom fulfill the void

no one understands the choices in this world

we can't answer your questions little girl

store him somewhere close to you

your heart, your sleeve, your pocket, your dreams

you've been cursed with the fairness of this earth

from birth to death you will face the worst