Untitled, Anonymous-EVERYDAY SUNDAY

Here I am again by myself in this room And I stare at the ceiling like the others The door closed, the light out, the window open The blinds shudder from the cold Empty walls are all staring at me While the faces in their frames look away The rain kisses the screen and then shatters and falls And there’s something familiar about that I can’t get away from myself And I’m wondering where you are now Seems like everyone else has the someone they need And there’s an odd number of people like me But this can’t be because I believe in something better than love Here I am again by myself in this room There’s no other place I can surface My insides want out while the outside wants in And the mirror is my window to the world Pictures of dreams are the words That I finally found tonight If I could show them to you Would you recognize the scene? I know that I may be lonely But am I ever alone? Every part of me feels it tonight Alone to the tips of my fingers But it all goes away when the sun comes up So you’ll never see this… [[Category:Everyday_Sunday]]

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