350913's blog: "Mos Stef's Stuff"

when the wind rustles through the trees
i think of your rough fingertips skimming my skin

I went to the doctor, I said doctor please
What do you do when your true love leaves?
He said the hardest thing in the world to do
Is to find somebody that believes in you

when i feel the warm sand between my toes
i just close my eyes and feel your whiskers on my cheek

I went to the whippoorwill, I said whippoorwill please
What do you do when your true love leaves?
He said the only trick I have up my sleeve
Is to sing over and over until he comes back to me

Very few things feel real to me, just heavy and resistant
just to get through the day takes so much persistance
the eyes of strangers are so cold, but not as much when it's your hand I hold

my childhood moments were so happy, mainly
now unless i hold tight, all time does is betray me
the ground cracks, and even leaves grow bitter
good people always seem to die
i think if it was discovered, only bad people could turn back time.

Any comments are appreciated (since I never really share my writing) even if it's "gee steph, I see why you keep this to yourself!"

lyric excerpts from "sad, sad song" by the amazing m. ward, but mainly by cat power's amazing cover of it in "speaking to trees"