i once had a cinnamon jar
but it didn't really hold cinnamon
it held something called feelings
these feelings were like
maybe scented roses
( i can't really remember)
that was something only you gave me
there was another thing
you gave me the day i
met you
(you called it love)
i had asked where is it
you pointed out in the distance
and said "look over there"
(i still did not see it)
i must have been blinded
or maybe your piercing silence
was what i need for you to tell me
you lead me out to look at the night sky
i told you it was lovely
(but you had hated it)
i did not understand
and i thought i would never.
you asked me
what colour the moon was
i said white
and you shook your head
and said;
my love, the moon
is my heart
and the sun is my
trapped soul
it took centuries
for me to understand
what you had said
(b.d.s.)
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
i once had a cinnamon jar
but it didn't really hold cinnamon
it held something called feelings
these feelings were like
maybe scented roses
( i can't really remember)
that was something only you gave me
there was another thing
you gave me the day i
met you
(you called it love)
i had asked where is it
you pointed out in the distance
and said "look over there"
(i still did not see it)
i must have been blinded
or maybe your piercing silence
was what i need for you to tell me
you lead me out to look at the night sky
i told you it was lovely
(but you had hated it)
i did not understand
and i thought i would never.
you asked me
what colour the moon was
i said white
and you shook your head
and said;
my love, the moon
is my heart
and the sun is my
trapped soul
it took centuries
for me to understand
what you had said
(b.d.s.)
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