Tuesday, May 19, 2009 Sometimes, I wish that you would call me

Sometimes,
I wish that you would call me,
And maybe,
We can talk all night,
And then talk all day

And maybe,
If we're lucky,
We'd find out,
We'll always have things to say.

You could tell me stories,
Of all your future plans,
And then, you could ask me about my day,
And I'd tell you..

I spent the whole day dreaming,
I spent the whole day wondering if you would call,
And then I waited by the phone,
Hoping it would ring,
And that you'd be calling.


Sometimes,
I wish that you would call me,
Then maybe we can talk all day,
And never run out of things to say

I know
When we're on the phone,
And I'm listening to your voice,
I don't feel so alone,
Because,
It feels as though,
you're by my side.

Sometimes,
I wish that you would call me,
And maybe,
We can talk all night,
And then talk all day
And just maybe,
And we'll always have things to say

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Started out as a poem, turned into lyrics. Still need to think of a melody, but yeah.

Saturday, May 16, 2009 Sometimes, I refuse

Sometimes,
When I'm lying in bed,
Although the alarm sings its shrill sharp song,
I refuse to wake.
Sometimes,
When I'm in the shower,
Although the hot water starts to scald my body,
I refuse to get out.
Sometimes,
When I'm reading a book,
Although my mother yells for me to go have dinner,
I refuse to comply.
Sometimes,
I refuse.