Thank You John

I've been waiting for an unavoidable amount of time.
Patiently Frustrated,
While this damn inside my head finally decided to break.
I grabbed black ink and paw print paper,
Patiently Frustrated,
and realized how to let it all out...
without letting you in.
You see,
I'm stuck in the middle between-
A love song for no one,
and back to you.
I've tortured in burning sunlight,
and could-have-been steamy nights,
wishing for--
Your body is a wonderland.
Now I sit,
Patiently Frustrated.
How long will it be till I'm the one that breaks?

I think I had the best birthday of my life yesterday. There were so many little things that happened that just kicked ass for some reason. Okay, everyone seems to think that I got over-excited about basically going to see a private screeningScoobie-Doo the day it came out. My friend Melody works at The lake (UM people- the theatre in our neighboring town), and her boyfriend is the manager, so he let just the six of us come in after hours and watch it. We even dragged a couch from the lounge in there and put it in the handicapped aisleway to sit on.
Dinner was really tight too, we went to Chilis with about thirteen people.
Anyway, I better get to bed.
-Char

She's forgotten,
How to be the one to call the shots.
When the ghost on the phone says,
"Are you ready to go?"
Her world freezes into a neutral slumber.
She'll never know how to answer.

The world has come between us,
Our lives have come between us,
Now I know you just don't care...
I see you -
The only one who knew me,
And now your eyes see through me,
I guess I was wrong.
So what now?
I hate when things are over,
With so much left undone.

You held out and hurt yourself
Yet again
Did I not make it clear
To look around my selfish queer
With unlit eyes and average dope
You're in the dream room all alone

I have seen you before, holding out
Here in the deep end
My beautiful deep end
With all and odd

You yell out and touch the sound
So overwhelmed by simple things you tend to fear
The time is now for ease and thought
To come around and let you know
You're in the dream room letting go

Wake up and drown
Don't swim, breath or float away
I'm sorry but I might have made it sweet
In the gold drunken sunset
Where we'd lose our heads another time
Or close our eyes just right and try
To imagine we're miles away at peace
Out in the open

To precious hands
Holding tongues hard
Maybe one good word
Would tell us something
Whole and small