Strange how you never know when it is the last time...
Last time catching someone's eye,
Last time hearing their laugh,
Last time feeling the damp warmth of their fingers intervened in yours.
Last time getting a whiff of their scent.
Strange: isn't it?
There's so much only I could make you do, so much you'd only refuse to do to hear me nag .
Let me nag you one more time, for old time's sake as they say, find your peace. Do what you were always meant to do.
Can you hear me nagging? magnify it until you can't hear anything anymore and then maybe just maybe listen.
Walking down a straight path, lined with trees and stationary cars, there I see you, you see me .
A rush: of memories bitter and sweet.
Eyes averted but drawn involuntarily.
A confusion; of familiarity and unfamiliarity.
An acknowledging smile, slowly melting away the shroud of grey clouds .
A hope; of holding on.
Alas, we're trapped in my head.
How easily we replace things, people, memories in our lives. Or that's how it seems, outwardly; easy.
Is it though? Can you look beyond?
Keep the person who makes you feel beautiful even on your worst hair days.
Terrible to be left alone with your thoughts sometimes, just the gloomy voice which tells you you're alone for a reason; and that reason is you.
He talks about stars,
He talks about minds,
He talks about life and death,
I wonder if he ever talks about me.
"My mornings are brighter, my nights slightly less lonely."
- for you.
When you've gone long enough believing you can't make anyone happy, you forget how good it feels to be able to.
Do you sometimes have to stop mid-sentence and take a deep breath, because he's is so pure and beautiful?
Last night you held me to your chest, I felt you tense up and gradually relax, like your body was getting accustomed to the alien sensation.
I felt the rejection and corresponding acceptance with every beat, I was terrified to move, I might break the rhythm, the trance.
Each heart beat resonated with my now erratic breathing, I closed my eyes in vain attempt to absorbed it all.
There, then, you were mine and I was yours.
You made a mistake, I smiled and let it go.
I made a mistake, you smiled and let me go.
It's one thing being a damaged soul,
It's a whole new ball game watching a soul get damaged.
I know you're there, I know you disapprove.. guess what ? I'm going to ignore you for now because for once I want to feel free.
For once I want to be able to make myself smile.
I'll be back though, torn apart and slightly muddy.. guess what ? I'm still going to be happy .
You ask me what I'm thinking about, you look into my eyes searching.. if only I could tell you my love , if I could only be so bare.
You touch my body, you think you touch my soul.. if only I could tell you my love , if I could only be so bare.
You think my smile is lasting, you think the scars are all gone.. if only I could tell you my love, if I could only be so bare...