If only you could see it in my eyes
The burning passion that lies behind them
Aching for your touch, your kiss, your embrace. 
If only you were unafraid to let yourself see
To let yourself be absorbed
To look back at me with the same desire I have for you. 
If only you could feel it in my touch 
The fragility and weakness of my body
How one wrong move on your part could snap me in two. 
If only you would let yourself hold me the way you yearn to 
To let yourself be swept away by a sea of emotion and passion 
To hold me close to you and never want to let me go. 
If only you could hear in my words 
The care and compassion they hold for you 
Holding back on the words I long to speak. 
If only you would say how you feel
Say what your heart screams but your tongue silences
Fill the room with your sweet words of affection. 
If only you would hold me close to you 
Look me in the eyes 
And tell me that you love me.
For me, writing is exploration; and most of the time, I'm supprised where the journey takes me. I'm here to share my journeys with you, for your pleasure and entertainment. Feel free to follow and comment - any feedback is very much appreciated :)
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Monday, 16 May 2011
Let The Song Sing
A winding up boaster told it all
The weekend sun beat down from above
And you noticed while looking for maps
That in the glove there was a tape from the past
And it read 'a mix for my love' of the best.
You shot me a glance
That shot through my chest
That left me motionless.
While the hillside flew by
Out of the corner of my eye
You tapped nervously on the dash.
"Please don't take this wrong" you began
"But I don't want to hear your music again.
It's worth nothing and I can't compete
With these memories that you create and keep.
Like a fool or a friend I would pass, you would sing
And I realise now what you're actually singing
It makes me feel less than I am.
So no more tunes
And no more songs"
The passion then pushes us down.
The thought made me sick
But I loved you more
So I took your advice and I broke my guitar
Stuck a knife in my throat to cut my vocal chord.
And let the sound wind down
Until there was none.
Then one morning I heard you sing
It came over me like a wave that pours in
I picked up a pen and a scrap that I found
And I wrote and I wrote till the ink ran out
And I dug in the edge to make sure it sunk in
Then I did it again to make sure that there was nothing left out.
Then I realised with uncertainty
That you can't be afraid or threatened here by me.
Because you too now have become a part of the meaning
Of what is in these lines
And what is in-between.
Don't pull me under
I won't let you dream
From whatever you've been to whatever you'll be
I hope you understand the responsibillity..
To always
Always.
Let the song sing.
The weekend sun beat down from above
And you noticed while looking for maps
That in the glove there was a tape from the past
And it read 'a mix for my love' of the best.
You shot me a glance
That shot through my chest
That left me motionless.
While the hillside flew by
Out of the corner of my eye
You tapped nervously on the dash.
"Please don't take this wrong" you began
"But I don't want to hear your music again.
It's worth nothing and I can't compete
With these memories that you create and keep.
Like a fool or a friend I would pass, you would sing
And I realise now what you're actually singing
It makes me feel less than I am.
So no more tunes
And no more songs"
The passion then pushes us down.
The thought made me sick
But I loved you more
So I took your advice and I broke my guitar
Stuck a knife in my throat to cut my vocal chord.
And let the sound wind down
Until there was none.
Then one morning I heard you sing
It came over me like a wave that pours in
I picked up a pen and a scrap that I found
And I wrote and I wrote till the ink ran out
And I dug in the edge to make sure it sunk in
Then I did it again to make sure that there was nothing left out.
Then I realised with uncertainty
That you can't be afraid or threatened here by me.
Because you too now have become a part of the meaning
Of what is in these lines
And what is in-between.
Don't pull me under
I won't let you dream
From whatever you've been to whatever you'll be
I hope you understand the responsibillity..
To always
Always.
Let the song sing.
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