It Should Be Me

I feel so lost without the rhythm of your heart beat for mine to follow,

My heart is silenced; my chest, my mind, my body,my soul is hollow.

I don't think you understand how vital it is that you're next to me,

Without you here, I am not living only simply existing--I forget who I am supposed to be.

Oh, how jealous I am tonight of the blankets that cover your body and the pillow that gets to cradle your head,

For it should be me, my dear, surrounding you with my love and sharing your bed.

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Play On

A voice from the past that won't stop haunting me, A tinge in my heart that won't stop taunting me.

It's an infinity circle, there's never an end, Just when it's about to break, you fly in and stop the bend.

Your hellos are so sweet, and your goodbyes are so bitter.

But you stay stuck on me like last-night's glitter.

You never come off, no matter how hard I try to wash you away.

You're like listening to The White Album, I can't do anything but let the record play.

You're my ghost, my ghost for tonight.

You're here for now, but you'll soon disappear come day light.

Love me and leave me,

Want me but don't need me.

It's love, it's hate.

It's catastrophically fate.

If a wish were really a wish, I'd wish you away.

If you weren't so damn good, I wouldn't keep letting this record play.

A hunger that comes from deep within the core of me, A faith so strong, not even God could shake me.

You're at the center in all that I am, all that I've become.

You've captured my soul, when I don't feel you all I feel is numb.

Your love is so sweet but your hate is so bitter.

No matter how hard I try to wash you away, you stay stuck on me like last-night's glitter.

If I could, I would rinse you all away.

If you weren't so god damn good, I'd push stop--but instead I let this record play.

So baby play on, play on.

I am at your will, faithfully your pawn.

Play on.

Play on.

I'll love you with every ounce within me tonight, I'll save my tears for the morning--when my eyes meet day light.

Before I know it, you'll be gone.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps, play on.

Oh play on. 

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I Never Got To Say

The weather’s changing; soon it’ll be May,
And  I’m still choking on the words I never got to say.
The words slowly melt into my soul until they run through my veins,
They swim through my heart, up to my brain, where the memory of you still remains.
For a moment I catch a glimpse of you and I can finally breathe, my heart can beat,
I can dream without them breaking, for a moment that glimpse of you is so bittersweet.
But before my mind gets too far away,
I gasp for air, still choking on the words I never got to say.
The sun’s setting; soon it’ll be night,
And I’ll still find myself wide awake under the bright moonlight.
All alone in a cold and empty bed, 
Wrestling with all the words I left unsaid.
No one knows the sounds of your ghost better than I do,
And no one understands why I still see shadows of you, but I do.
I wish I could say what I never said is done,
But it’s not over; it’s something I can’t outrun.
As dawn breaks and the sun peaks through the sky bringing a new day,
I can only continue my struggle, choking on the words I never got to say.
It’s time to get up, 
Begin the same old cover up.
A little lipstick, mascara and blush to hide the tear stained cheeks,
No one will ever notice I haven’t slept in weeks.
And so the war continues on,
Nothing’s changed, you’re still gone.
I’m still wrapped up in this illusion,
You and I are still bleeding because of this confusion.
And even though my tongue is tied I know that someday,
Eventually I’ll stop choking on the words I never did say.
I’ll never stop reaching out to hold you,
I’ll never stop wishing I’d told you all the things I thought you already knew.

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© Kattie Lindsay 2016