:someday:

I know you used to sing one day you'd go off into the city
      and really do something.
And I know one night you dreamed so hard you sprouted wings
      and flew away.
And then, you forgot to say goodbye
      at least, that's what I tell myself -
      /you're coming back someday/

You left behind your flowergarden, with its sunflowers and daisies
      which I tend for you.
And I make sure to keep my feet outside the gate
      of that hallowed ground.
When you return, you'll see all my acts of kindness
      and love me again -
      /I'll win you back someday/

I know I ought to say, "I hope you got that Chance you always wanted,"
      but I really don't, you know.
And I know you've explained it all to me all too many times,
      but I'll still say that I don't understand,
      just to hear you speak to me.

And at night I hold that photograph, the one I took when you weren't looking
      And I dream so hard. And I think to myself,
      /you'll take me back someday/

date:August 7, 2007
recording:listen
First off, I know (at least, I very strongly think) that Mr. Bunny-Boy, whose viewpoint the poem is written from, does not feel all of these things anymore in this way, but this is the way I understand that he felt at one period of time. And I'm very glad that he's doing better than that now - the person in this poem is, to say the least, a total wreck.
That wasn't put nearly as eloquently as I'd hoped, but I think that Mr. Bunny-Boy will understand. It's a poem. It's just art; it doesn't mean I hate you. (And, interestingly enough, he seems to be the only one that understands that)
I will try to eventually draw or write something happy about him, because, after all, I do try to spread joy through my art, and I don't think he's nearly as bad as I portray him to be in some of these things.
This was started by me having the song "Hey there Delilah" by The Plain White Ts stuck in my head, which when you hear the recording, you'll see that the tune is somewhat like a Bright-Eyes twist on that song. *sigh* It was also having to do with an story-idea I had once, a long time ago, while I listened to Mr. Bunny-Boy play the piano.