Chapter 11 - Not All There
Submitted May 6, 2007 Updated June 23, 2008 Status Incomplete | here are some poems that I've been writing over the months, hope you like
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Chapter 11 - Not All There
Chapter 11 - Not All There
Not All There
You hear me say hello,
but have no will to respond.
You see me leave,
but have no will to stop me.
I love you deep down
and you know that,
But...
You're not right in the head,
sometimes not all there.
The dots aren't all connected.
The painting is smeared.
Where are you?
Where is the will you use to have?
Where is the sweetness,
that I use to know?
Everything we had was fine
we were happy,
but mistakes happened
and all those things went away.
Why does this happen?
Because I know that you love me,
More than I'll ever know.
But...
You're not right in the head,
sometimes not all there
The dots aren't all connected.
The painting is all smeared.
Where are you?
Where is the will you use to have?
Where is the sweetness
that I use to know?
The bitter sweet smile on your face
of knowing something went wrong,
but not knowing the full problem.
it lingers under your skin like a rash
Itching and scratching
You're not right in the head,
sometimes not all there
The Dots arent' all connected.
The painting is all smeared.
Where are you?
Where is the will you use to ahve?
Where is the sweetness
that I use to know?
You hear me say hello,
but have no will to respond.
You see me leave,
but have no will to stop me.
I love you deep down
and you know that,
But...
You're not right in the head,
sometimes not all there.
The dots aren't all connected.
The painting is smeared.
Where are you?
Where is the will you use to have?
Where is the sweetness,
that I use to know?
Everything we had was fine
we were happy,
but mistakes happened
and all those things went away.
Why does this happen?
Because I know that you love me,
More than I'll ever know.
But...
You're not right in the head,
sometimes not all there
The dots aren't all connected.
The painting is all smeared.
Where are you?
Where is the will you use to have?
Where is the sweetness
that I use to know?
The bitter sweet smile on your face
of knowing something went wrong,
but not knowing the full problem.
it lingers under your skin like a rash
Itching and scratching
You're not right in the head,
sometimes not all there
The Dots arent' all connected.
The painting is all smeared.
Where are you?
Where is the will you use to ahve?
Where is the sweetness
that I use to know?
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