Jun 2012
Alone in my cove, on my side,
I think thoughts of you, on your side.
The world seems so big,
when I don't take part,
but you, you always take part.
Alone with my thoughts on my side,
I think of the world on your side.
And how it would be,
if I would take part,
but me, I never take part.
Alone in my hole, on my side,
while you take in life on your side.
The life on my side,
is life I impart,
of your world, I need no part.
Desiring you, on my side,
I know you're content on your side.
I would be content,
to give you my heart,
but you have a wandering heart.
I think thoughts of you, on your side.
The world seems so big,
when I don't take part,
but you, you always take part.
Alone with my thoughts on my side,
I think of the world on your side.
And how it would be,
if I would take part,
but me, I never take part.
Alone in my hole, on my side,
while you take in life on your side.
The life on my side,
is life I impart,
of your world, I need no part.
Desiring you, on my side,
I know you're content on your side.
I would be content,
to give you my heart,
but you have a wandering heart.
Cove is a love poem, but it's about pain. The pain of loving someone who is too frivolous to really love or be loved fully. It's a love without compromise or communication, just the unadulterated and unconditional adoration of someone who comes from a different, more lonely, world.
