When the words won't rest...let 'em run

[jack_babalon]

06/16/04

Silent
and well forgotten
gently buried beneath
a hundred little dramas

I passed the years by
collecting kisses
like butterflys pinned
to bind my lips
I flirted with integrity
but she wouldn't put out
So I flirted with disaster
but I wasn't her type
and I tried to add
the one night stands
until I realized
that 1 + 1 + 1...
kept giving me zero

Silent
and well forgotten
drinking my dreams
straight out of the bottle

I fought to keep
the thoughts of you
from breaking out of
the special little prison
I built with
walls of Memory
and gold bars of Wish
I set my guard dogs
at the door of REMEMBER
but it didn't matter
your ghost walked right
by my army of locks
and sung my Cerebus
the lulaby of your laugh
winning them over
and setting them on my trail

Silent
now not forgotten
bleeding bad luck
and coughing up karma

My hopes now measured
by the echo of your smile
I'm a little boy again
trying to chase down
his own shadow
not knowing what he'd do
if he ever caught it
I thought If I looked back
on all the reasons why
I could banish you forever
with a glance
like Orpheus did his
Eurydice
Only to find me
burning a bridge
I have only half way crossed


I wrote this after reading a friends post last night. It's weird that ten years ago I had just moved to this city and met the woman I have consciously or unconciously
compared all others too. It reminded me that even after the end of the century, the start of a new millennium and the passing of a full decade that I can still remember the way her skin smelled like vanilla and rain, or that I can remember the unique weight of her in my arms when we laid in bed, or the way she kissed (assertive but nervous) and yet I have trouble hearing her voice in my head, it never sounds right no matter how hard I try to recall it. Except her laugh, that part I can still hear like she's standing right behind me.
I guess in that sense love can leave us even if we can't leave the love.

Comments

[ninsun.livejournal.com]

We never know when love begins but we always know when it ends.

[soror-lvx.livejournal.com]

see, I read your posts ;)

thanks for the company last night.