I start to answer her question, She seems taken aback. I rattle off my list. “Witty comments, An easy found laughter… I like competitiveness That’s wraps itself around playfulness, Like I want to wrap myself around His big found epiphanies. Symphony of intellectual connecting’s and Good intuition. A quick reaction time, helping you step away Before **** has had time to hit the fan. Eagerness to help other human beings… Taking advantages of opportunities instead of people Charisma that is unselfish in its tendency to be noticed. Awareness of one’s self. a knack for insightful observing.” These a list of things I find attractive But yes he also has a nice jaw line It traces lovely underneath a finger tip But it’s a faraway line on a map That has eloquently plotted out his most beautiful parts It’s faded and dim in comparison to the additional obvious existing’s It is so far from those parts of him I find to be most beautiful That I hardly understand how out of all of it That was the only thing you really responded to. The only part of the map you related enough to To point to and say I have been there.
I've held it up Born to be tough I suppose not enough love I was trained to never give my energy Now I stand unbold My story was written Do I give in Instead I drink all night Smash the cake Take what is mine Cry once a day and walk away I'm hard to find So keep me in mind
Conflicting in my narrow ways I wake. There is no room left to debate, such quakes will make foundations break and shake the heart and drive a stake and find it fake.
Cast off all doubt? Negotiate? When wagering with life and fate the answers constantly evade and in their absence leave a wake that shake the heart and drive a stake and find it fake.
I dwell in darkness, not the shade that men would of this darkness make: A lucky break to seize and take and revel in sublime mistake which please the tongue and perforate the soul and shake the heart and drive a stake and find it fake.
Broad is the path down which parades the world in a black tirade against the humbled and the stayed who won't be tricked will not be swayed to take a part, ignite the flame, indulge the passion, stoke the ache that shake the heart and drive a stake and find it fake.
Conflicting in my narrow ways I wake to stumble t'ward the hidden gate as time grows short, the hour late 'til eyes are pried to see The Face that lift the burden, soothe the ache and shake the heart and drive a stake and find it.
"And then taking from his wallet an old schedule of trains, he'll say I told you when I came I was a stranger I told you when I came I was a stranger." --- Leonard Cohen
I'm the most surprised person on the planet. Your coming to see me off at the airport has my mind scratching glass seeking words. Why is it that in this relationship, you seem to have gotten all the speaking parts? You're well aware that I have loved you for the better part of two years, bottling that emotion, afraid to pop the cork. Your eyes implore mine, rotating like a searchlight over Baghdad seeking the stealth laying carnage to your heart. Twice in the last week you've made it evident, the Grail was mine, but for the drinking --- That and finding a shorthand for adultry. I'm guilty courting the love of a married woman, made worse, you're here at my departure telling me we aren't free to choose who we love. I know my desire must die of thirst, so I turn, boarding pass in hand, the last words I ever hear from you, Write me! --- Thirty-five years later I have.
Somehow, life drifted me away from the ones who knew. Somehow, bliss remained when all I knew echoed away. life seems to always miss my direction. While time ticks clockwise towards the end... I counterclockwise - towards the beginning. I never really followed lifes rules. Or maybe those rules never really followed me. I leave when I love the most. I miss when they hate the most. I give when I lack. And I lack when I flourish. I miss who I am when lost. I forget who I am when found.
I made you cry, Way to many times But you keep saying that you're fine And babe.... Am really trying to love you more and hurt you less. Why won't i find a way? I made you cry for a reason i don't get But i can't get it of my chest. So i still don't get why you love me? Am just a bad dream, That won't let you sleep. It's messing with my head Why won't i find a way to love you more and hurt less.
Sin conocerte, Me escape de clases, Bajo la lluvia por el centro, recorrí las cuadras y los ríos de la ciudad sin en realidad saber donde estaba tu hogar; Hasta que te pude llamar.
Estaba mojado Y tan lleno de amor, Con el corazón intacto Buscando el primer amor.
No se si imagine tu voz O de verdad te llame, Pero cuando te vi salir De la puerta azul, Corrí sin preguntar, Corrí sin conocerte de verdad, Te abrace mojado, Y tu preocupada por mi Y yo al fin tranquilo De encontrarte para no soltarte nunca más.
Wherever you might be, No matter what soul you carry, Whenever you're free, In deep desperation, in solitude; Even if our love is ephemeral, I'd still find you And fall for you Dance for you Keep you Hold you Over and over One more time Until you make your last breath one more time.