abs2sweet
12-13-2007, 08:48 PM
Hey,im new to this site. This is my first post and I decided to attach a poem. I started writing again, and this was born.
Nothing To Sing About
Behind every rhthym, every written word, there’s a seal of an experience failed or endured.
In order to sing, there must be an awareness of thought, but here I am with nothing to sing about it
In my mind it’s not over, I seek what I never had, but she has no idea that I'm still fighting.
The silence that I keep, hides the memories I hold on to, hoping to let them go, help me let them go
I should have told you back then, but the walls you built were to high for me to climb, Im not afraid of
heights, but afraid of falling down. I Ignored the truth of your actions in hope that it would change, but
now I realize I was waiting for something that never existed. Your song plays, but here I am with nothing
to sing about. Part of me wants to seek you, to complete the rest of the song, but the result will still
leave me with nothing to sing about. Yet I know that one day, the perfect words will come together,
when I compose the perfect song, and that day I’ll have something to sing about.
Nothing To Sing About
Behind every rhthym, every written word, there’s a seal of an experience failed or endured.
In order to sing, there must be an awareness of thought, but here I am with nothing to sing about it
In my mind it’s not over, I seek what I never had, but she has no idea that I'm still fighting.
The silence that I keep, hides the memories I hold on to, hoping to let them go, help me let them go
I should have told you back then, but the walls you built were to high for me to climb, Im not afraid of
heights, but afraid of falling down. I Ignored the truth of your actions in hope that it would change, but
now I realize I was waiting for something that never existed. Your song plays, but here I am with nothing
to sing about. Part of me wants to seek you, to complete the rest of the song, but the result will still
leave me with nothing to sing about. Yet I know that one day, the perfect words will come together,
when I compose the perfect song, and that day I’ll have something to sing about.