In Sync

In sync I swallow sadness
Mixed emotions of mindless madness
Clutching onto the rope of cope
Helpless here I hold no hope.

The way we spoke
The tears I choke
Fearful I fell down and broke.

I paced around my room
Presumed you wouldn't be home soon
Why do you have a way?
To make me feel everything you say.

Now I sit and write in rhyme
Because somehow it exhausts bad time.
While you have been elsewhere
Alone I wait, like I don't care.
But I do and you know it's true
Then I hear you enter your empty bedroom.

I hope you're thinking of me
While you watch the Grand Prix on a clean T.V!
But I believe we're still in sync
Because I know that you know...
The same we both think.

Carey Milton