Your parents is yelling at you
you slowly start to cry out your feelings
your parents is shutting the door on you
you slowly lay on your bed room sheets
your parents is watching tv without you
you slowly start to write out how we shall see everything
these feelings you held deeply
these inexorable emotions you bury
all queued up to wait for the next moment in life
were you let them all go
i stand astray
watching, waiting , wishing
for you to come to the window side
and wish me a good-night sleep
when midnight comes
and there still nobody in site
i start to wonder if this really means good-bye
i pace my steps and started to masticate this feeling
the bitter taste of how it feels without you
the sour tears that i drink from your eyes
i want to love you in a way where nobody can believe
embrace you with nothing to lose in the end
we shall over come this
i promise you this
or else my name wouldn't be Steven
the poem writer
