Air
Even as the world keeps turning
Here I sit, no longer learning
Or retaining anything you've said
Just 'cause of the voices inside my head
I listen to them instead of you
Because unlike you, most of what they say is true
Many people have said I'm just daydreaming
Which may be right, but the truth is leaning
Leaning till it falls right over
So watch the space above your shoulder
Because there an angel may appear
But not tell you what you want to hear
So listen close, and listen well
To the story I no longer tell
Of wishes desired, and hearts broken
Because too often, things are left unspoken.
By Demented Chipmunk
© 2009 Demented Chipmunk
(All rights reserved)
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