Post by Laura on Aug 23, 2005 11:54:34 GMT -6
p/n: this isn't my best but I can't seem to put the feelings I'm experiencing through words. It was written about my step sister who I haven't seen or spoken to in years.
Wished:
I never wanted things to end this way
I only wish you knew how sorry I was
All of this has gotten out of hand
and time has worn out all its holes
You have grown up without me
I wonder how you've been
too afraid to pick up the phone and try you ...
see if you still care
and when I disappear, you'll remember me
all the things I did to make you cry:
you'll remember
but all I want is for you to remember my name
again.
Guilty:
There you were laying face first in the dirt
I could see your tears weren't spreading...
and how are those bruises, I would ask
How do you like it?
and your hands weren't scorned
(oh how I wish they were)
and you started to lift yourself up -
I could hear you
and "stand up for yourself" I would always say
you didn't speak one word
so I pushed you back down -
hoping you would do something ... anything.
Empty:
I was building you up
I thought I would make you proud
I remember thinking you would tell me stories
how you would come back with something better to say
then what I taught you
or just plainly walk away -
I always knew you were better than this
I never knew the power of my own strength
wish I could take it all away
but you've grown up
Learned, listened, lessoned, loved without me
You've grown up -
and I can hear you now:
"you never knew me"
hope one day I'll call you
so you can push me down.
Just like I deserve to be.
Wished:
I never wanted things to end this way
I only wish you knew how sorry I was
All of this has gotten out of hand
and time has worn out all its holes
You have grown up without me
I wonder how you've been
too afraid to pick up the phone and try you ...
see if you still care
and when I disappear, you'll remember me
all the things I did to make you cry:
you'll remember
but all I want is for you to remember my name
again.
Guilty:
There you were laying face first in the dirt
I could see your tears weren't spreading...
and how are those bruises, I would ask
How do you like it?
and your hands weren't scorned
(oh how I wish they were)
and you started to lift yourself up -
I could hear you
and "stand up for yourself" I would always say
you didn't speak one word
so I pushed you back down -
hoping you would do something ... anything.
Empty:
I was building you up
I thought I would make you proud
I remember thinking you would tell me stories
how you would come back with something better to say
then what I taught you
or just plainly walk away -
I always knew you were better than this
I never knew the power of my own strength
wish I could take it all away
but you've grown up
Learned, listened, lessoned, loved without me
You've grown up -
and I can hear you now:
"you never knew me"
hope one day I'll call you
so you can push me down.
Just like I deserve to be.