Thread: Together

ok this is just a rough draft of my ideas.. let rip!

these glasses on the end of my nose,
can't help me understand the world...

why you have to go away
and why, all my tears can't change that
No mathematical equation can sway
me or equal the huge tide of emotion
my body can't keep at bay
as it aches and begs you not to go.

my arms haven't held you long enough
(although they've memorised your embrace)
stuff the neighbours, I'll make a fuss
I'd beg...
if only it would make a difference.

stay with me
we'll lock ourselves up
in an invisible room and throw away the key
where the world can't find us
Exams, parents, university
nothing will be able to touch us

and we'll live in blissful happiness
Together.

> why you have to go away
> and why, all my tears can't change that

At this point, I thought: death (that kind of "go away" - the unchangeable).

> I'll make a fuss

At this point, I thought, no - it's not death.

Any chance you could make that clear earlier on?