queuing for nothing

Escrito por borednothing 08-12-2017 en poetry. Comentarios (0)

suddenly I'm worried after a week of being
born anew
the sun woke me up to the old mornings of a
pale color blue
Just to face how there isn't much of a choice
when somebody leaves without saying a word

I dress myself into an old pair of jeans
grab a cup of coffee just to sit by the shadows
of the trees staring right at my face  
I wonder if they ever stop to think
if they look out of place
with such a clumsy suit of green and red  

they can call me by my name but Ill say
that maybe they should try something else
for now on I'm just another girl
sit by the window at the morning dew

I'm back at dreaming about a boy
just like if I were a kid dreaming about a lost toy
It gets tiring to be this insecure
even if it last for a week or two
Ill be glad to feel the things I should be feeling
just like anybody else do

suddenly I'm worried after a week of being
born anew
they can call me by my name but Ill say
that maybe they should try something else
for now on I'm just another girl
sit by the window at the morning dew

well they said I should put it all out
Is not that easy to get down from this cloud
I just want another second to feel the air
of queuing for nothing at all