raw

it's a work in progress, so don't be too harsh...but feedback appreciated. i'm only just now maybe making a return to writing such as this...
enjoy?

so he locked his windows and locked me out of his life
and i drank myself a river of tequila and (sweet?) wine
i float in shadows/puddles when it's raining but when the sun doth shine
i walk barefoot through the morning just to listen to him cry

oh why? why does he cry?
he got everything he wanted,
he wanted our goodbye
so why? why why?
why does he cry?

forty days and endless nights the hurricanes blew swiftly out of sight
and i huddled in my basement all alone but for a mouse to share my fright
the wind blew memories through the trees and i found string from our lost kite
do you remember when you made it and told me that we could fly?

darling why, is it that i cannot cry?
for the dreams we threw away,
the dreams that are no longer mine
so why? why why?
why don't i cry?

do you recall the quiet riverbanks, side by side we used to lie, we whispered and we heard the willows sigh
and i asked you if you'd always love me and you said that if you ever didn't you would always try...
but now all you do is cry.


there you have it. unfinished, choppy and unsure in places, but it's there.