Stay,
Unless your heart is taken,
And it feels like heaven

Stay,
Unless he brightens up your day,
Like the sun and its sun rays.

Stay,
Unless the thought of you and me,
Doesn't feel the same as it used to feel.

Stay,
Unless you've found a happy-ever-after,
That fills you with endless joy and laughter.

Stay,
Unless our love ceases in your eyes,
And I become like clouds in the endless skies.

Stay, even though you do not feel the same.

Last night I kissed your lips
in my dream,
only to taste regret on your tongue.
Your cold gaze spoke volumes
when our lips withdrew.
Because it was then,love
when I knew that our paths
shouldn’t have ever crossed.
Our bodies shouldn’t have
ever been introduced.
Our souls should have never collided.
I clung to you so tightly,
that when I woke up,
I could still smell your scent
embedded
in the threads of my shirt.
But even my dreaming mind knew
that your heart belonged
to someone else.
Still tasting the bitter rejection
on my face,
the salty tears
I erased with the hand
I held against my shattered heart.
Still facing the rejection
that I just couldn’t escape from,
even as I slept.
Tossing over on the sheets
of which I savored your aroma
from those nights in my bed,
When you slumbered
so deeply.
But even my yearning body knew
that your heart belonged
to someone else.
Someone should’ve told me
that rejection was for my own protection,
Because now I realize
that I was only the cause
of an *******,
Not arousing from your heart,
but from your lower section;
The product of a connection
lacking affection.
So now,
I wash my sheets of you,
to rid the bitter stench
of lust
that was left behind.
Because even my bed knew
that your heart belonged
to someone else.

It’s been months, love,
and you’re far, and have someone new,
but I’ve been dancing all this time,
in our living room, with you.

Even this Cohen record tires,
of playing this song you loved most,
but I swear I feel your hands in my hair,
and you make a handsome ghost.

And I know that this glow is your tail lights,
but I love how it bathes your skin.
I’ve missed all these meals waiting,
so I’ll have my white dress taken in.

Give me a few hours, to tape my face on,
to my bones, my heart: our plans;
truth is, while you were saying goodbye,
I was memorizing your hands.

I hope you don’t mind living this double life,
because I need just little more time,
and if all I have is your absence,
that’s fine.