I’m tired
I’m tired of you
I’m tired of me
I’m tired of waking up every day, of this persistent exhaustion that never leaves
I’m tired of telling you I’m simply tired when what I really mean is that I’m tired of being alive.
Tired of living in this foreign body in this broken world
But you wouldn’t understand
So I’ll just say I’m tired

i see from a certain distance
an old man and an old woman
sitting and hugging
on a bench in the park
i did not go close
to see their faces
willing to remain
only with the diluted image
of a hugging couple
i knew
that i see them
for the last time
i knew that
sometime i will write a poem
about two people
i have
never met

The greatest pain is felt
When the physical tears are gone
And they think that you are fine
‘Cause they don’t see the broken soul
That’s weeping deeply inside

I want to dance with you
in the moon light,
when the time is right.

I want to dance with you
when you're loving me,
when you're carefree.

I want to dance with you
all day, all night,
until we see the sun light.

I want to dance with you
until you get tired of me,
'til you can no longer see.

I want to dance with you,
for all of
e t e r n i t y .

f.m.s.

Daily, the conductor bellows,
"Enter with your change!"
Echoing the charge of his vocal fellows,
Then rudely disembarks passengers outside the range.