there was a time when i lived a love song, i lived the dream of falling in love and wrote line after line, rhyme after rhyme expressing devotion and desire, passion and promise, the irressitible hunger to be with the one who shares that irressitable desire to be with me... and then, love because confused, hard and abused, cruel and refused, and left out in the cold to die... tic, tic, tic, the clock sang a sad song as time moved on without me, as love was forgotten somewhere inside, as the business of life, of work, of making money and sharing the superficial struggles to survive and casual recreational activities replaced the burning desire to be in love... somewhere inside my core still lives in love, my consciousness just does not remember it as often as it used to... a sadly lost senstation... emotional constipation... a fool's laughter at a heart's emaciation... confabulation... a tragic loss of creation... but sometimes late at night when i'm alone... my heart wakes imagination... and i dream the only dream i've ever known...
they follow your every move
wait for your command
do you understand?
my hands are slaves to your desires
they only want to know what you want
wait for your command
do you understand?
is this not the love song you expected?
is this not the love song you desire?
every since the moment we connected
passion is the magic you inspire
or something like that...
narf :)
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