Old songs are like A prayer; no matter the length Of time. No matter how long or short. They dance. They dance regardless of who's Around & accept your invitation Without you knowing. Just when you forget. They tap you on the shoulder & Give you something to smile about. Old songs are like a dancehall that scream In silence and fill the empty with hope. Regardless of how you felt before. Old songs are like the remedy to the old Person in your head who finally feels the urge to dance again
She caught me running Out the faucet She caught me between Her fingers, She caught me between her toes. Turning the **** slightly To the left. She eased herself down in the tub And I became a million and one Bubbles, Learning to rise & float. She was the peninsula that taught Me to dream I long to be nowhere else.
Far away from here I lay in the deepest corner of your mind. I've packed my bags in search of the many times you've kissed the air. The new sights and events seen through your eyes. I packed light knowing the most essential thing was reaching at least one of a million of your passed thoughts. Far away from here, I've missed you so much. When I close my eyes I am there with you. I packed light knowing that my favorite everything resides where you are
Our love is best played loud. Loud in love. The louder the better. The rest of the world turned down low. So in love with the sound we make. Our love blurted out loud. The speakers amplify our love A language spoke in tongues. Both of us undressed in the sound. Loud in love. Don't turn us down Let's turn our love up loud. Let's let the neighbors call the police
Waiting for you is like Being the passenger on a bus next to the window seat. No matter how crowed it gets. No matter the amount of stops the driver makes. Being next to the window is the best seat. Viewing the world inside out. The nooks & crannies, a part of you that is rarely seen. Being the passenger Lost in thought. Waiting for you gives a certain sensation. The sensation that there is something to be had, building great anticipation. Giving a chance to sit back & reflect. Thinking the thought of maybe if not this stop. Maybe it's the next when the driver finally hits the air brakes. Being the passenger next to the window. Viewing the world inside out. The nooks & crannies, a part of you that is rarely seen. But eventually every bus has to make it's last stop. No matter how long the ride
In my city Things get the liveliest after dark. A song in itself, with lowered vocals. The kind of song you put on & just drive to. The kind of song you hold your head up to. Whether night or day. In my city The buildings & bridges like to dress up. Coming to life at night. Some smoke cigarettes. Blowing O rings to the clouds. Some wear their necklaces made of light. Draped in gray and beige, pants to match. In my city You can find the everlasting lyrics on just about every corner. A song in itself, with lowered vocals Blared loud a city of rhythm & blues
It's Half past twelve. Although your eyes are barely woke. I've lost count of time being in the loft of your heart. Lost in the city lights. It's something about the streets here that make me feel brand new. It's half past twelve in the real world. But here, In the loft of your heart. I have the best view. Being downtown transcends my favorite places in the real world. Here, there aren't any scheduled buses, no large crowds of people. It's stunningly beautiful. Not being able to tell the difference between night and day. Although your eyes are barely woke. It's already tomorrow here And everything reminds me of you
As long as you're away I will continue to look up at the sky Longing that you'll gravitate back to me. Even though you're far, You're never at all that far from me. For in my deepest thought I am curled up in the brightest star that I named after you. No matter how dark the sky I will always find you.
Gazing back upon me, curious as to how we travel so many miles. In so little time.
Even on the darkest night I know that you're still there. Your love the brightest of stars. As long as you're away this star is always closer than it appears No matter how far you are
The next time we meet, We will wait until dark that way we can take the stars & dip them in chocolate without need for milk. Our memories becoming this more desirable, This more delicious. Just you & I underneath a chocolate sky. Counting the stars one by one as we take huge bites. Lost in our own little world Just you & I. Vulnerable to the outside world without a clue to why our mouths are covered in chocolate We'll crunch the stars like the world was ending. The next time we meet, We will wait until dark that way we can take the stars & dip them in chocolate without need for milk
When love arrives, It arrives only to leave again. Coming back to another again. Another time, Another arrival. The same streets once laughed and grinned in. When love arrives, It arrives as that familiar face Strolling down the street without a care in the world. A personality in the wind mutual to which steps to take.
When love arrives, It arrives with a certain taste. The first slice of readily made pizza. Made hot, fresh. Pepperonis covered in cheese. Knowing it's favorite place, love. It's soon to leave until the urge returns.
The pizzeria tucked in the corner. The pizzeria no one knows about. The pizzeria that can be found in each and every city.
When love arrives no matter how many times it leaves. No matter how good the taste, It is never really gone