Change the channel; change the channel
what else is on?
I've seen this story one too many times
She loves him; gives him everything
He breaks her; he loves another
Feeling like a part of her has died
She wakes up in the morning
reluctantly drawing the shades
and she hangs her head to cry.
Chorus:
Change the channel
no reception
nothing left to see
they keep playing reruns
that will be the death of me
Change the channel; change the channel
the headlines get worse every day
I don't wanna go on through this
I just wanna run away
Change the channel
Change the channel; change the channel
with rain falling on his face; she thinks are tears
He says hes realized what he's lost
she believes him fully with her heart
and she takes him back in
Not knowing what her trust will cost
He dissolves her one night
he leaves her on the ground
Fighting for her life
Chorus x 1
Change the channel; change the channel
those sirens in the distance are deafening
she can feel her soul letting go
her body is so broken
They try and try to save her, but it's much too late
the call comes in and her Mama picks up
in the middle of the night
she drops the phone to the floor
at the news of the one that she gave life
She closes her eyes and fights back tears
Trying to understand; knowing she never will
Chorus x 1
Change the channel; change the channel
it's the series finale
everyone is gathered in her favorite place
Her Mama is crying
wishing for a last embrace
As the sun breaks through the clouds
we all know she's flown away
No one left to hurt her
and the bruises of the past can finally fade
Chorus:
Change the channel
off the air
no more watching reruns
finally set free
Change the channel; change the channel
don't cry for me anymore
I wanted to run away
now I can see the light of day
Change the channel
Joanne Cousins ©
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Thoughts of You
Late at night I lay; still in my bed
Sleep flirting with me.
My mind drifts to thoughts of you…
Your laugh, smile, eyes…
The way you exude a sense of life; of adventure.
How I know that everything can be right with the world.
It seems crazy even hopeless…
Given our circumstances…
But somehow a connection survived time…
Undeniable…
I feel so good just hearing your voice.
I close my eyes and imagine your eyes…
For the first time; kissing your lips…
Envisioning myself, lost in your arms,
the feeling disarming any and all doubts…
You came into my life with no explanation,
an intention of fate; perhaps…
I only know that late at night…
In the moment just before I close my eyes,
there is no apprehension…
I am filled with contentment…
The world is right again.
As my mind drifts to thoughts of you…
Thinking of You
When I think of you
a smile appears
and never seems to go away
sometimes I sit and wonder
what your kisses would taste like
and remember how your face brightens
when you smile…
I remember the scent of you
and imagine how your hands
would feel on my body
and tell you exactly what I am feeling
I reminisce about your embrace
and wonder how it would feel to wake up
with your arms wrapped around me…
When I close my eyes
I see you smiling at me
not fully remembering
that look
or knowing how soft and tender your lips must be;
but knowing your beautiful eyes
and the way you once looked at me…
Quiet Moments
I have quiet moments in my heart,
No one knows of them but me…
So much I have silenced,
Pain disguised; happiness too…
I have quiet moments in my mind,
Just finding myself…
Lost in a world,
So uncaring; so cruel…
I have quiet moments in my heart,
They leave me wondering why…
Nothing I am is ever
Good enough; perfect enough…
I have quiet moments in my soul,
Time of reflection…
Of where life shall take me,
Happiness found; yet lost…
I have quiet moments in my heart…
Joanne Cousins ©
Tired
I have grown tired,
my heart, weary…
Tired of being the beautiful one,
though never quite beautiful enough…
Tired of being
the strong one…
Sometimes it is I
needing a shoulder to lean on…
Tired of trying to conform
to society’s version
of what is stunning…
Tired of being the quiet one,
always keeping things inside
so as not to hurt someone else…
Tired of being
the nice one…
Always there to help
getting walked on all the time…
Tired of being the beautiful one…
Whose version of beautiful
am I striving to be?
I have grown tired…
My heart,
weary…
Joanne Cousins ©
Not a Day
Not a day goes by
when I don’t wonder
where you are…
Not a day goes by
without me hoping
you’re not far…
Not a day goes by
when I don’t
think of you…
Not a day goes by
when I don’t end up
feeling blue…
Even though my life
moves on…
Not a day goes by…
When I don’t wonder
why?
Or when I don’t
break down
and cry…
Not a day goes by…
Joanne Cousins ©
Running
You can run from your past
Or take the lesson and learn from it…
But how do you know when
To run; to learn…
There is no instruction manual for life
One decision affects every other…
A choice so seemingly simple
Can change every aspect of your existence…
Are you really running
If you do not believe you are running?
Have you not learned
If you have taken away new knowledge?
And if we go away from those
Whom have hurt or disappointed us;
Are we running… or learning?
Is it not all in our perception
Of events which happen in our lives?
Perhaps running; as some put it
Is a form of learning…
A way of reaching within yourself
And drawing out all you never knew existed…
Joanne Cousins ©
Friday, August 1, 2008
Your Door
Here we are again
I come knocking on your door
in the middle of the night…
You see my tears flowing over
but pull me close
and hold me tight…
I say ‘You told me so; you knew it long ago’
My body collapses
against the strength of your tender arms…
You stroke my hair
holding me close; pressed in to each other
Telling me it was a lesson,
though the hard way; learned…
I look up and see the tears in your eyes
This moment in time…
And
Here we stand again…
finding something together
born from the pain we have both endured…
You wrap your arms around my waist
enveloping me in your warmth
and pulling me out of the cold…
In…
Through the familiar glow
Of your door….
Joanne Cousins ©
Never Know
You will never know what I am enduring
Sitting here, looking at you
staring at her; declaring your love…
My conscience tells me that I will be alright
‘he is in love, don’t spoil it tonight’…
Staring in to my eyes
oblivious to what I felt inside…
I have never known anything to
fit together
better than you and I…
Tempted to reach out; to touch you
a feeling that never recedes…
Awash in shock; disbelief; amazement
the time that was ours will never be again…
You will never realize the pain
Lingering in my soul
As you slip the ring onto her finger…
My heart wants to announce it to you
As if it may change the outcome…
But because I love you
And respect the choices we have both made…
You shall never know
What I am enduring….
Joanne Cousins ©
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