clothes tossed and pressed
for the anxious to be dressed
eyes defined lips fuller
somehow the mood just gets duller
check myself again
smile myself for the worry to feign
phone rings
heart sings
ears perk
sick feeling lurks
reluctantly listen
some cheer is missin
this beaten path once more i tread
to hear what the whole day i dread
the date is broken
with the tears a token
i sit by the window
pace to and fro
the decorations fall
with the dreaded call
i toss on bed
going over whats said
finally sets in relief
mind turns a new leaf
i sleep myself to tomorrow
after tonights date sorrow
The discomfort i experience everytime we fuck up plans and tomorrow's new years eve plan. I am dreading staying back home. This is something I am very superstitious about.
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