What You Needed

The mirror is on top of you again
Can never see yourself from afar
Your heart beats fast like mine
Just hold on until midnight, it’ll be fine

Do you want to be found
Or just need a reason to stop hiding
You don’t know

Something changed when you weren’t looking
You’d run to keep up
If you weren’t out of breath
You’d happily fall behind
If only you knew the way
Can’t go back, can’t go forward
What were you even headed toward

It’s getting cold
It’s getting lonely
Are you afraid it’s one and only

You like the way the streets empty out at night
You like the way the lights become so bright
You like the way the moon looks
You like the way it shines
You like the way it colours the world within the crooked lines
But you hate it in the morning
One day further away
You hate it in the morning
There’s nothing to say

They’ll draw a line in the sand, call it the end
Memories fall apart every weekend

Then one day you’ll find
Your bags never packed what you needed all along
So now you’re stuck listening to what used to be your favourite song.

About Paul

I think of my blog as an all-you-can-read buffet. There's something for everyone and complimentary mints at the door as you leave.
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8 Responses to What You Needed

  1. Wendy Weir says:

    This should be a song.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Ely says:

    I’ve made a firm decision that Whenever I’m feeling over caffeinated or anxious, I’m going to come here and re-read your poetry. There’s a pattern of A calming effect it brings me. Not many things calm me aside from spending money on overpriced lipgloss or another t-shirt with some sassy quote from Target because “oh that is SO ME and the world needs to know it’s SO ME so I’m going to wear this shirt that says caffeine queen because it makes me feel better” but it never does lol. Anyways. Your poetry is 1- cheaper. 2- much more effective 3- also inspires me. Never fails. I think if you stood at the shoreline of a stormy ocean and read your poem aloud, the storm would die off and the waves would stop just to listen.

    That was super corny but I stand by my corn!

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    • Paul says:

      So kind, Ely! I’m dying over your line about me standing on a shoreline and reading poetry at the ocean ahahahah the headline in the newspaper would be “Old man yells at water”. Thank you for reading my poetry and I’m so glad it helps you get through your over caffeinated days. That’s the ultimate compliment.

      Liked by 1 person

      • Ely says:

        Old man yells at water LMFAO epic!!! You’re welcome, but seriously thank YOU for not giving up on writing and on your blogger-fans. So many have left or are in hiatus or taking breaks and it’s so hard to find the “just because” genuine bloggers…
        Please if you have any you can recommend send me links! I’m digging for great material that doesn’t sound like it’s copies from Wikipedia or goggle. Where are the genuine voices!?

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      • Paul says:

        I wish I knew where those bloggers were! I think you follow all of my favourites already. Blogging has taken a hit in the last 2 years, not many seem to entertain the reader anymore. We’re a dying breed, Ely!!

        Liked by 1 person

      • Ely says:

        I pressed like on this comment but I’m actually sad! We cannot DIE!!!!!!

        Liked by 1 person

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