I have lost my words in your words.
In this battle of The Rational and The Lover,
I lost in our disaccord.
For two reasons all should know:
Because what can the Lover do without another lover?
And because love will let it go.
Still and sweet the images
That’s why I cannot miss
When I was your wall to talk to
Or your baby that you kiss
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The sudden turn of feelings
Oh when we could not express
Why our tomorrow was set in stone
Though some present days a mess
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I follow at your lead
But do let me look back
On those days
When we thought it fine to say:
I love you and that is that
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I cannot weep anymore
Because I did my part
Though my luck has never done me right
That we end with broken hearts
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I cannot seem to place
Another stranger in your home
Because I cannot let go
Of things I used to own
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If you understand your baby
Know that I am half insane
That love to me is everything
Yet I lost at my own game
We dreamed and then
The dream was over
in a night.
He forgot who I was.
Love of my life,
was insane with insomnia.
He would not sleep
in bed again.
‘Less he was asleep inside
his head.
Each night I asked him
to sleep again.
Sometimes he tried
when I would weep.
Each day I hoped that
he would sleep.
Just to dream again
with me.
Flux of sentiment is my curse
Obsessive and over rehearsed
Are these kinds of words written in a verse
The realms they serve to be stasis
Each line
Amended and unwasted
The impulse slightly evasive
Yet where my soul’s testimonies are created
I’m tired
But you know my history
Though somedays you make me want to change my style
I gain momentum from underneath you
Even if your shadows are casted for miles
In the summer
You turned weary
And like the trees changed leaves
That fell to your feet from last autumn
You can change the color of leaves
Somedays I can cling to skinny dreams
That make me somber on most days
You tell me to hold my chin
Yet my dreams from under your shadows are dimmed
I’m hindered with an elusive aura
I think I’m like the air
Feel me fresh and cool
Or just need me, to breath, to live
Victory is not my unconditioned sacrifice
But I swear if I could
I’d coexist
Even if you never plant the seeds to grow your orchards
You are larger than anything
Words from your lips trip me up
Like walking on a winter morning
Through a blizzard
And to my home
I can feel a fire’s flame when we’re pass the storms
I won’t stay inside
And I can’t decide if it’s you speaking through me
You chiseled my different visions to forms that don’t fit in my eyes
Beneath your neck while in bed
I see them more clearly
Holding my head up while I do
The skies have become my place
Even on days that they’re more gray
I’m seeing for you, so I can see for me too
Someday
My dreams won’t lean
But instead stand on two feet
I can change my ways
I’m tired
But one of these days