Why wait? Here I am! I'm yours, take me, Have me, break me. I'll let you make me Your very own. I heard you already. Valerie, it's Valerie! In the morning, at work, In bed next to me, It will always be Valerie. You'll rarely notice me When she's the one who chose to leave. On the couch, in my chest, That corpse is me. It appears that I didn't leave. I'm afraid I just can't see Who you expect me to be. But I'll work to bring you back to me; Beat your chest like a dead horse, Like you've been beating me. Five years you've wasted After that Valerie. What is it now that you can't see? Say goodbye because she's gone And pay attention to me.
wow this is deep and raw passion feeling moving...lots of stuff together...i really like it. nice regular stanza structure.
I can feel the frustration here and thought the repetition effective... like telling someone the same thing over and over again, knowing they understand it, but nah, they don't really grasp the whole of it. Basically, dealing with baggage just plain sucks, but you just don't come out and say it... you let the experience say it, which is the way to do it, imo... I liked this alot, thanks!
