When it’s time – it’s time

When it's time it's time

I’m not looking for somebody else

I just want to see you

I completed your lie detector test

and everything I say is true

There is no rhyme or reason

to why we feel this way

but this won’t be successful

with all the games you play

I really want to believe you

but I think I’ve been a fool

I just want to keep silent –

with you

I’ll lose my cool

So I cry quietly

in my pillow in the night

Knowing things are ending

Knowing things aren’t right

Knowing that no matter what

you don’t love me the same

I’ll be the one at night

alone, I’ll cry your name

© Kait King, 2015

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The Neighbourhood

in the neighbourhood

In the neighbourhood

it’s not so good

people get hurt nearly every day

And even if you knew

who did it

you could never say

In the neighbourhood

it’s not so good

that’s where the body lay

Where his Mama cried

where others had died

And all the community could do

was pray

© Kait King, 2015

Your Old Sweaty Shirt

sweaty tshirt

That’s the last thing you wore

that held your warm body close

It was the last thing before

your heart and pressure slowed

A cloth got to finally hold you

something I never got to do

People say that it was better that way

But I don’t know if that’s quite true

I hold your once sweaty t-shirt

drenched now with my own tears

and try to inhale what’s left of you

As it fades from all the years

© Kait King, 2015

The Creation

Creation

I lie in the quiet

of the solid dark

A fractured individual

with a many fragmented heart

I don’t regret the past

but I struggle to see ahead

Life seems to race by way too fast

just to wind up dead

I try to stay well afloat

But here, I’m not the strongest swimmer

Life has me tight around the throat

and has moulded a grateful sinner

© Kait King, 2015

His broken heart is hid

his broken heart is hid

Life suspended in a web-like hammock

the coffee smell not as nostril-curling as in the past

a homeless man stumbles along wet walks

dragging his sorry arse along the splinter lit streets

a reflection a sad life in a hard city,

his city a place where he lost his wife and his job,

a home, his family

where he nearly took his own

when things were darker than ebony

and he had to walk his walk alone

A bunch of aggro school kids

too brash and way too loud

disrespect his foul figure on the skids

he had no room to be proud

He seeks a place that’s dry

it won’t be warm,

he knows a place where he can cry

and his aching tears won’t show

© Kait King, 2015

No matter what

no matter what

No matter what you’re gonna say

I’ve gotta try and stay away

to keep my heart

my heart

You scream into my brain

like an uncontrolled speed train

I’ll go insane

I don’t even know my own name

No matter what I try and dream

you make me feel I am unseen

and it just stays the same

in the common denominator game

So we’re wasting all this time

ignoring all the signs

we sit in freeze frame

it just stays the same

I’m the common denominator

in the common denominator game

© Kait King, 2015