Action

It's a stupid game,
like when were kids.
If you meant it,
you wouldn't act like this!

I've never been one for hearing the words
because believing in them has proven absurd.
They are such that I need to be shown,
and I'm again sitting here alone.

Your actions don't prove shit to me.
They only hurt me; can't you see?
Obviously, you can't,
or you wouldn't do so.

At least, I believe you wouldn't.

Do I give you too much credit?

Can't you see
that you'd never get that from me?
Your feelings matter most to me!

September 18, 1998

Alone

Alone.

Alone with my aspirations;
full of no inspiration;
suffering a separation
composed of a desparation;

Waiting for my day to come
when I will get all of the sun
when one shall say I'm number one;
but yet I sit alone all day,
pretending I am quite allay;
putting on a phony display.

He doesn't care.
He's not aware.
He turned me face down somewhere.
He cannot share.
My heart he tears.

He hides his emotions
through spurious notions.
I need a potion
to set love in motion.

Maybe deep down he wants it too.
Maybe he is just as blue.
Maybe what he says is true.
I think something's wrong all through.

I'll close my eyes.
I'll sit real quiet.
Deep down my heart is crying.
If only he'd just be trying,
I know we could make it all better
together.

October 18, 1989