Cigarettes, Wedding Bands.

The smoke build up has really gotten
to me, and the cigarettes burn
without warning,
don’t you know the hollow walls
make me lonely?

What have we left if
all we gave is all
we had?
I don’t often think of
the ways you’ve destroyed
me,
but simply the absurdity
of what you let him
do to you.
I give all I have
and then you left,
leaving me
with these thoughts
beginning to reach
empty.

I haven’t seen the light yet,
the dawn hasn’t broken
through all of the windows,
and I’m getting so lonely
without you.

The night hasn’t crept upon
the windowsill tonight,
I wonder why,
maybe the lonliness is
finally getting to me.

I’m finally to the end of the road,
it’s not where we wanted to go,
the wheels half turned and
I’m not ready for home.

What do you know,
the world is on it’s own,
the music is running down low,
and I’m just not ready to go home.

Well here we go,
onto the empty pavement
over the hills, to and fro,
I guess this is where get off
I wouldn’t call this home.

Marlboro boxes line my desk,
and an ashtray has fallen beside my bed,
I can’t muster up the words,
so I’ll write what I know.

The sky is without clouds today,
I wonder who’ll clean up this mess,
and the sun without proper filtration
could kill us all.

I’m lonely without you
when you’re so far away,
gentle tones of folk ring
in my ears,
reminding me of the lonely
night that’s drawing near.

I smoke my cigarettes without you
but that’s not saying much,
it’s just the lonliness comes in waves,
and that’s the first thing that always
gets me.

It’s far too late early to fall asleep
for the night,
I might be better off staying up til
tomorrow’s light,
or maybe the bowl mask the mind
enough for a night of
stress free sleep.

Twelve a.m. on the west coast
and nearly waking for some
on the east,
I wonder how long the transition
will take?
I wonder if it’ll be instant
or the standard time for ease.

Et cetera and such,
You’re especially beautiful
just between sleeping
and waking up.
I love the way
Your chest falls
beneath the rest
and the back rises and
falls ever so gently,
oh sweetie,
the way Your skin
glows in every type
of light,
it fills my heart
with an anxious rate,
but only because you’re so
incredible in many ways.
Et cetera and such,
I love you so,
and more every day.

You’re early to the bed
and late in the rise,
our bodies are lovely
but only a mere beginning,
troubled waters come with time
and effort to be,
and I’m wondering how an eternity
will really be.