I'm wondering where it is I got lost in this dream,
wondering how I got left here alone -
in this midnight place
where no one can hear my screams.
Light dances out the corner of my eye
and I see your beautiful face staring
as I stand here and cry.
You see my pain but somehow
your outstretched hand can't reach me.
I want to love again, yeah really I do -
but somewhere along the way my heart -
yea baby my heart - was broken in two.
I miss the comfort of a warm embrace,
I miss moments of making love
touching softly your face -
but really - really what I miss the most of all
is knowing there will be someone there
someone to catch me when I fall.
We all have those days -
those lonesome days
when no matter what you do
to distract yourself -
it just won't take away the pain
and tonight baby -- tonight
I'm riding that lonesome train...
the one that takes me oft to dream -
all alone where no one -
no one can hear my screams.
I close my eyes afraid of what I might see --
I close my eyes hoping that somehow tonight
your touch will find me.
I'll feel the warmth so long now chilled by the cold -
by the cold that too soon has made my heart grow old.
Come on baby - come close your eyes with me --
ride this train that travels through my dreams --
hold me close baby - hold me near --
take away the pain - take away the fear --
show me how to love as I so want to do
help mend this heart -
this heart that too many times
was broken - broken in two.
copyright Kristy Tallman all rights reserved.
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Reviewed by Dark Knight (Reader)
Reviewed on September 29, 2010
wow-loved this poem-I think i could listen to you read your poetry for hours-such a gift you have
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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