Pressed against
And blackened since,
Eyes meet lips meet love.
But when used so loosely,
She sends, "Choose me"
Happy?
Don't look up...
Caressed again,
And lacking since,
Eyes met lips made love,
But when used so confusedly
He don't choose, but
Happily asks,
"Did we just make love?"
Walking behind that boy,
Was me-not bad,
One beautiful then sad
One more fierce than sad...
If pain is a factor
And loss is a gain.
If pain is a factor
And loss is a gain.
She's dressed again
And packing since,
Eyes made lips made love,
But when used so lucidly,
She don't choose him.
Happily, she says,
"You know, this ain't love!"
Walking behind that girl,
Was me-not bad,
One more beautiful, then sad
One more fierce than sad.
If pain is a factor,
And loss is a gain.
If pain is a factor,
And loss is a gain...
If pain is a factor,
And loss is a gain...
Then love as a constant,
Is exactly the same.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
Pressed against
And blackened since,
Eyes meet lips meet love.
But when used so loosely,
She sends, "Choose me"
Happy?
Don't look up...
Caressed again,
And lacking since,
Eyes met lips made love,
But when used so confusedly
He don't choose, but
Happily asks,
"Did we just make love?"
Walking behind that boy,
Was me-not bad,
One beautiful then sad
One more fierce than sad...
If pain is a factor
And loss is a gain.
If pain is a factor
And loss is a gain.
She's dressed again
And packing since,
Eyes made lips made love,
But when used so lucidly,
She don't choose him.
Happily, she says,
"You know, this ain't love!"
Walking behind that girl,
Was me-not bad,
One more beautiful, then sad
One more fierce than sad.
If pain is a factor,
And loss is a gain.
If pain is a factor,
And loss is a gain...
If pain is a factor,
And loss is a gain...
Then love as a constant,
Is exactly the same.
a song I wrote circa 2004
from a poem I wrote circa 1994
