August turns to September’s matrimony
An ending that was made too soon
Walk across the floor to the center of the room
Back steps are impossible in time
Move forward
Take the hand of desire
Dance across the floor
Then walk out of the door
With your foolish pride tucked away in your back pocket
With the book of rules you hold so dear
A night that can’t end too soon
Staring at the moon
Wanting to bend what you made
The tears cascade
Push them aside
With your foolish pride tucked away in your back pocket
With the book of rules you hold so dear
September expires all hope with that beautiful smile
That used to look you in the eye
Now it stares in the other direction
Now it dances across the floor
And walks away
Leaving you to die alone
With your foolish pride tucked away in your back pocket
With the book of rules you hold so dear
Not Complicated
I wish
For what I souldn’t wish for
I desire
For things that shouldn’t be
I long
For words I should never hear
I want
The love I need to conceal
It’s not complicated
Like a knife serrated
Its overrated
Like destiny fated
Perfectly mated
To what’s been dated
It’s not complicated
I dream
For the forbidden nights
I fly
To the unbearable heights
I side
With the impossible odds
I wish
For what must be nevermore
It’s not complicated
It’s never complicated
Fair Winds
If you had ever had sailed in the storms
You would have known how fair winds circumvent a Brother
If you’d ever looked at where the road bends
You would have realized where the story ends
The embers burned deep inside
I wanted to die
But there stood my pride
Waltzing away without dischord
I called you a whore
I meant so much more
If you ever looked over the valley
To a place where even the darkest shadows can’t hide
Placed between peace and calamity
Reserved for the likes of you and me
Smoldering in the still of night
With bloodlet stains
Tied down in chains
From memories desire still burns
From torrential churns
To n’ere ending yearns
Wanting to Want
Not wanting to want
But still wanting
How fucked up is that?
I want the best for you
As I always have
As I always will
Even though you left me wanting
Even though you left me wanting to want
How fucked up is that?
Wanting to never want
But forever wanting
Forever wanting to want
How fucked up is that?
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Slippery Slope
It’s a slippery slope to when you let your thoughts voice unbridled
There may be no turning back
No more given slack
For your many imperfections
On the attack
Invites an attack
There may well be no place left to retreat or to run and hide
You will never say you’re sorry
Did you want to open the can that’s so long been under pressure?
Is there ever really a good time
Admitting to a crime?
Staring back at your reflection
Repressing signs
Seen through the times
Questioning if there still remains an ability to endure
I will never say I’m sorry
You knew they could never love you but you knew they’d always try
Even though you said the same
Through with playing the game
Falling back to introspection
No one holds blame
With emotions lamed
The only hope is to still feel at least a little dignified
We’ll forever say we’re sorry
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So Long Ago Cast
I can forgive
It makes me a better man
I can learn to love again
I swear that I can
I can learn to forget you
Or at least I think I can
The wound ran deep
And maybe it had to
To make me realize
I could live without you
If you knew the tears I cried
What would your heart do
It’s too late for that
I know you don’t regret
The blade that cut through me
I will never forget
A scar that I’ll bear forever
Vulnerability never again let
Look into the future
Never let in from the past
Emotions that pass too slowly
Never meant to last
A heart forever burdened
By a stone so long ago cast
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Temporary Fantasy
Sometimes I can’t help but thinking of the past
I try not to but it rears its head, time and time again
It’s lovely
It’s ugly
I’m regretful
I’m thankful
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why life flies by so fast
Drifting out of sight like puddles absorbing the rain
I hesitate
I accelerate
It’s memorable
But I’m forgetful.
Sometimes my heart drifts away to scenes not meant to last
Floating on decisions from which I can never refrain.
Temporary fantasy?
Maybe a reality
Singing an age old song
Hope I don’t get it wrong
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