03-15-2014, 12:01 AM
So about a week ago my first and only boyfriend broke up with me. That same night I wrote this. I kind of like writing (or the escapism of it anyways) and I'm not that good. This is actually worse than my usual stuff; a lot of it reads very awkwardly with words that don't fit and equally awkward rhymes, but I've never felt so honest in writing anything. I have no idea why I'm sharing it here but why not I guess - somehow I want another human being to see it and my friends are out of the question.
I awoke at midnight, heard a womanâs prayer.
I asked her gently, âWhy do you pray?â
âIt was a song, whose rhymes create worlds
that gave my voice to meâ.
How could I not pray?
I awoke at midnight, heard an owlâs song.
I asked him sadly, âWho gave you the right to sing?â
âThat same voice, banishing a thousand winters
in its welcome of springâ.
How could I not sing?
I awoke from a dream, asked my heart in despair
âHow come you beat at all?â
âIf my efforts push you, beyond that wall
The voice whose echoes bring aid to all
Shall bathe you in its morning flair.â
Still not sure, I confronted my room
âHow can you bear such emptiness?â
âFor the sake of his smile; his smile that travels a thousand dawns
is there anything I wouldnât bear?â
I woke up just now and could hear his voice
Calling someone elseâs name.
Who is that someone to deserve his affection?
What wouldnât I give to be called his lover?
His friend
His child
I will never wake up in the morning, seeing his face
But nor shall midnight ever again be my lover
Somehow, the womanâs prayer and my beating heart
Is all the hope that I need.
Iâm not sure when and Iâm not sure how
But I will awake one morning
I awoke at midnight, heard a womanâs prayer.
I asked her gently, âWhy do you pray?â
âIt was a song, whose rhymes create worlds
that gave my voice to meâ.
How could I not pray?
I awoke at midnight, heard an owlâs song.
I asked him sadly, âWho gave you the right to sing?â
âThat same voice, banishing a thousand winters
in its welcome of springâ.
How could I not sing?
I awoke from a dream, asked my heart in despair
âHow come you beat at all?â
âIf my efforts push you, beyond that wall
The voice whose echoes bring aid to all
Shall bathe you in its morning flair.â
Still not sure, I confronted my room
âHow can you bear such emptiness?â
âFor the sake of his smile; his smile that travels a thousand dawns
is there anything I wouldnât bear?â
I woke up just now and could hear his voice
Calling someone elseâs name.
Who is that someone to deserve his affection?
What wouldnât I give to be called his lover?
His friend
His child
I will never wake up in the morning, seeing his face
But nor shall midnight ever again be my lover
Somehow, the womanâs prayer and my beating heart
Is all the hope that I need.
Iâm not sure when and Iâm not sure how
But I will awake one morning