Beautiful + Nervous = Never Going To Happen.

by Not Bulletproof   Dec 14, 2005


I tried to say the words I never said before,
But they curled up on my tongue and I choked.
Stuttered; spat; I lost the voice box in my throat,
So I watched you walk away like you did before.

I understand the way this goes now,
You say walk and I run.
As fast as I can to your non-loving, empty grasp,
Just as you announce that you're done.

It's vacation time and you're lying under the sun,
While I'm buried in the sand, wishing for your hand.
You'll never take the shovel and dig me out of this hole,
But I'll forever wish that your name be in a heart adding mine,
To equal love.

I chased you around under the afternoon sky,
Right until the stars lit both of our eyes.
I took a swig of some whiskey from a bar,
And opened my mouth, but I didn't get far.

I must have looked like a fool with my open jaw,
With nothing to say, I closed it and took another drink.
Say the words for me? No, you never even saw.
You got up and left, giving me more time to think.

But I don't want to think about it anymore,
I already know,

That it's vacation time and you're lying under the sun,
While I'm buried in the sand, wishing for your hand.
You'll never take the shovel and dig me out of this hole,
But I'll forever wish that your name be in a heart adding mine,
To equal love.
To equal love.

I drag back this cancer, hoping you think I'm cool,
As the smoke unfurls, I wish my words would, too.
So I turn...and I stare deep into those eyes so blue,
I open my mouth to speak...and take another drag.

A long, slow drag.
I got this one mental image of you,

And it's vacation time and you're lying under the sun,
While I'm buried in the sand, wishing for your hand.

I wish you'd draw a giant heart in the wet sand,
And engrave our names together.
You plus me equals love.
Then add the number four and "ever".
Draw a giant heart in the sand.

When is your vacation over, sweetheart?
I want to know when I can take part,
Grab a shovel and a pail to dig me out,
So we can run upon these sands 4ever.

I open my mouth to tell you everything I think and feel,
But you walk away, to remind me these dreams aren't real.
I twist my tongue around in my mouth,
Finally the words form and I yell out to you,
But you already closed the door and walked away like you always do.

You plus me equals no mutual feelings.
You plus me equals no heart in the sand.
You plus me equals no holding hands.
You plus me equals never going to be real.
You plus me equals end before beginning.

You equal beautiful.
I equal too nervous.
Us equals never going to happen.

Sarah Gammon ©
12/13/05

I think I have writer's block again, sorry for the crapness.
Thanks for reading -xxx-.

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