Parking lots are empty
Streets dragging the sun in silence.
But my mind and heart do their labor
Remaining to be occupied by you.
See me singing and dancing on the floor
But maybe hear me make no sound.
In here to fill the space of uncertainty,
Urgency passes by in short notice.
Waiting calls from men of need
Disregarding what made sacred to this day.
Just like how you stole my soul of reasons
I’m buying back with my spirit of trust.
Clocks of the World in perpetual ticking,
Golden Cat catching luck hovering in the air.
I’m wanting to break the monotony
Of my monogamous thoughts of you.
Wishing for a holiday, of short eclipses in the afternoon;
Yet you outshine them all in my darkest hours.
Sad truth, you don’t send me flowers at work,
Or love notes to cheer me up in the morning.
All I have is your sweet memory for comfort
Written in a thousand forms without end.
Just like the butterfly outside the window,
Kissing the redolent mark left by the wind.
Unspoken promise had my wings
Flutter to where heaven was embedded.
My chest and stomach brimming of your taste,
I search for respite that never comes.
Should I trace it downstairs instead,
Where I perhaps find you waiting for me?
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 12:28 AM UTC
Parking lots are empty
Streets dragging the sun in silence.
But my mind and heart do their labor
Remaining to be occupied by you.
See me singing and dancing on the floor
But maybe hear me make no sound.
In here to fill the space of uncertainty,
Urgency passes by in short notice.
Waiting calls from men of need
Disregarding what made sacred to this day.
Just like how you stole my soul of reasons
I’m buying back with my spirit of trust.
Clocks of the World in perpetual ticking,
Golden Cat catching luck hovering in the air.
I’m wanting to break the monotony
Of my monogamous thoughts of you.
Wishing for a holiday, of short eclipses in the afternoon;
Yet you outshine them all in my darkest hours.
Sad truth, you don’t send me flowers at work,
Or love notes to cheer me up in the morning.
All I have is your sweet memory for comfort
Written in a thousand forms without end.
Just like the butterfly outside the window,
Kissing the redolent mark left by the wind.
Unspoken promise had my wings
Flutter to where heaven was embedded.
My chest and stomach brimming of your taste,
I search for respite that never comes.
Should I trace it downstairs instead,
Where I perhaps find you waiting for me?
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