OLD COSTUME OF ME

by marilyn marti   Nov 11, 2003


Remembering the last days
the days that were so cold
make this feeling go away
cuz i'm starting to grow old

sometimes I cant even put up a smile
I cant even hold a sign
lies that add up to miles
I havent really had a mind

training my lonely heart
to walk up to this boy
dont feel the same when we're apart
i'm breaking like an old toy

figuring out these old marks
waiting for a change
my minds like an isolated park
nothings ever the same

I have hit the ground
and harder than you think
too much of standing around
loss of life in a blink

punching out the reasons
holes all around the walls
like an uncompromised treason
all these empty halls

dont know where i'm going?
dont know what to do?
though I might be losing to my heart i'm staying true

music all around me
i'm singing in my head
sometimes I try to believe
while i'm lying broken on a bed

I think i'm tired of me
this is not what i'm about
I just wanna leave
and throw this old costume out

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