Still waiting for the call
That will never come
To shatter the stillness
Of a not beating heart
It’s quiet and lonely
Without your voice on the phone
And the future’s unnerving
When you don’t know where to go
You’re not coming back
You’re no longer here
And the world crumbles
There is no one near
To show me comfort
And allow the tear
I never imagined
There would come a day
When you wouldn’t be
No more than a train ride away
But you’ve gone much farther
Than I can go
What will I do now?
I do not know
You’re not coming back
You’re no longer here
And the world crumbles
There is no one near
To show me comfort
And allow the tear
Every night when I close my eyes
I pray I can forget how much I miss you
And always will and maybe, just maybe
You won’t hate me for this
But the memories kill me
A little more each night
And I wish I could not remember
But the past grips me tight
You’re not coming back
You’re no longer here
And the world crumbles
There is no one near
To show me comfort
And allow the tear
Will Van Stone Jr
Will is an author and artist and producer (it’s only one indie short film but it’s on IMDB.com so it totes counts!) and founder of fetchentertainment.com and pain in the ass. He rather opinionated and has no problem sharing his thoughts on a variety of topics from the freakshow that was Election 2016 (how tf did Trump freaking win!?) to the importance of matching that belt to those shoes. He adores penguins and has a maniacal plan to use an army of them to take over the world and crown himself Emperor of All That Is (though he’d be happy with the Winter Russian Palace in what he would rename Mine!-Mine!-Mine!) but until then enjoys hiding away in his apartment and writing all sorts of tales that would worry that cokehead Sigmund Freud (really, we should believe he snorted for science!?) and drawing pictures of his creations.
One More Sunset
