The House

There is a house waiting in the fields

Where we shed all our tears

Now our eyes will cry no more

And all seeds refuse to grow

It cannot be kept at bay

The walls are dripping with gray

From all the pain it’s been keeping

The place in which my love was weeping

I searched for years in every room

Finding only something doomed

There was never something born

The house is all that’s left to mourn 

The Wait

Our lives were always meant for change

We only make believe it’s exactly the same

The never-ending cycle of standing still

Driving the madness back to the rear

The owl watches our leaves fall

A witness to an unfilled life

Born in the midst of whispers and deceit

Waiting until everything stops

I could feel the pain again

My old familiar fate

Pounding away beneath my breasts

Making its way through my chest

I felt it in my heart

The day had finally come

I would want nothing else

I would need nothing more