The darkness is calling my name
The trees are blowing in the wind and all I can see is you. I grab your hand and we sing that song that no one else knows. We speak of things that are not for others ears. I am waiting patiently with my shoes in my hand. I know you are there hiding, waiting it out. My tea is getting cold and my hand is reaching out for you in the middle of the night. I want for all these things but they are not for me. Not yet, the time will come when things will be right. I'm sorry you always said things that to me are not true. Me and you are different you see. I'm like a stone and you are like a pebble. We may look similar but we want for a different way of life. The darkness is calling my name like that way it used to and sometimes it catches me and others I manage to slip away, like the way sand runs through my fingers. Honesty is something that doesn't come easy but I don't want to live my whole life as a lie or some half truth that one day felt right and now some how it doesn