Heading home yet again..,
To my third floor view
Hidden here amongst solitude
The empty rapture of company
Kept in paper, vinyl and cacophony
I hear a knock--On the door, my door
Shortly after I came through it
The sound: it hummed of fickle fate
I left ringing in my confidence
For no body I still know , knows where I live
And if they do they dont remember where it is
To get lost in the rivers of life's endless meanders
Asking for patience in all I do find there
Some give me love and years pass with them
Some pass away and I remember them in color
This one stayed, in black and white
But she took her shoes off
The ghost of my lover I prayed for endlessly
But had forgotten i did, yet how could I?
This kiss so warm it woke me up
And all of her everything was gone in the morning
And now asking myself, did it have to be me?
That you pulled away in the dead winters night
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
Heading home yet again..,
To my third floor view
Hidden here amongst solitude
The empty rapture of company
Kept in paper, vinyl and cacophony
I hear a knock--On the door, my door
Shortly after I came through it
The sound: it hummed of fickle fate
I left ringing in my confidence
For no body I still know , knows where I live
And if they do they dont remember where it is
To get lost in the rivers of life's endless meanders
Asking for patience in all I do find there
Some give me love and years pass with them
Some pass away and I remember them in color
This one stayed, in black and white
But she took her shoes off
The ghost of my lover I prayed for endlessly
But had forgotten i did, yet how could I?
This kiss so warm it woke me up
And all of her everything was gone in the morning
And now asking myself, did it have to be me?
That you pulled away in the dead winters night
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