As I sat by the river and watched the world go by.
I couldn’t help to keep myself from thinking about the times we used to share when life was young and simple.
living in moments rather than time.
I missed the love we used to share, even though it felt like a battlefield some of the time, it made me complete all the time.
I missed the times when you used to tell me that I’m good at my thing but I told you that I’m good at you cause you were my sweet yellow bone thing.
The fights and arguments we had were nothing compared to the joy that came after them.
Which is why I don’t wanna love without you cause your a lost I can’t replace.
It timmed me for a moment, then I took a moment of silent to honour that,
Your love was like raindrops to my heart cause everytime it rained my life used to blossom.
I remember how I used to go home but become home sick without you cause everything I touched used to break, breaking my heart even more.
My past mornings have been nothing but a lie cause I used to wake up in gentle hands yet in great pain from the inside without your smile by my side.
Yet today I’m still standing still for you cause the fire is out but the ashes are still burning in my heart.
And I will never say goodbye to you cause there is no good in goodbye.
Thoughts of love
Dear baby – (Something Casual)
I’m sitting on the bed trying to sort out our clothes and shoes; we both know that this is crucial.
The room is a mess; everything is everywhere as usual.
The bed has just started to vibrate; it’s your phone, it’s ringing – something casual.
“Something Casual†is the identity of the caller.
“Something Casualâ€, I’m thinking to myself, it should be your doctor.
I’m trying to figure out if it’s safe to answer but a note just fell from your drawer.
It reads, “I miss you, my maulerâ€
Now I’m holding your phone but my mind is on the note.
“Something casual†can wait, right? They’re not a cow or a goat;
Because, you meet with them every time when you put on that cute coat.
Stoat. Stoat. Stoat!
“Something casual†just texted; open quote -I miss you baby- end of quote.
Now I’m standing here holding this note, your phone, and my soul in my hands like a lost boat.
I can’t breathe; something (maybe words) but something is blocking my throat.
The words on this note. The words on this text. The words that they wrote.
I’m starting to lose my mind, baby; this can’t be your phone.
The text – the note, they both carry a heavy romantic tone.
Romantic tone so heavy, it feels like I’m swallowing hot stones.
“Something Casual†is talking about how you have to put a ring on it; the affair is now fully grown?
“Something Casual†is discussing things unknown;
Things unknown to me; I feel dethroned.
I’m pacing up and down
I’m confused, my face has a death frown.
The note makes a mention of some red gown.
Perhaps forgotten at the hotel in that small town?
Isn’t this the same gown that I’ve been wearing every time that my soul was a bit down?
The one that I found in your suitcase and you said you’d forgotten to give to me on your arrival?
The morning after the night that you said, you were going to your church revival.
I remember how happy you were that morning; you mentioned something about some love survival.
Or something.
I don’t remember anything.
I think I’m mixing up everything.
Perhaps I should continue to sort out this mess; I’m sure that the note and the text mean nothing.
Come home soon, baby -I miss you !
What You Wish For..
Deep inside the crevices & labyrinths of my mind
Lair to the secrets you hope to uncover & find
The one’s that catapult create cause commotion
Engaging all my elicit evasive elusive emotion
You wish one day to devoutly dissect
The lullaby’s of my live wired life
The same one’s I whisper when I sleep
Hidden entombed encapsulated inside deep
You will penetrate the depths of my eyes
Attempt to subterfuge all possible lies
Offer to entwine me, envelop me embrace
Together we will conquer the world we will face
I will become your pet project, experiment
The same someone you regretfully learn to resent
You will beg, you will shout, you will plead
Tell me you will evoke the epitome of my need
You will try tear down destroy my fences
Engage my heightened sonar like senses
Compile and offer me a whole set of new rules
Even providing efficient capable custom made tools
The gnawing need persists to know my story
All the pieces, parts in real GPS time glory
To facilitate, to map, mitigate and rationalize
Eradicate secrets, stories, entertain no surprise
You command, corner me, I recoil retreat react
I promised you no secrets and I told you no lies
We made no schoolyard spit or honorable blood pact
No till death do us part nor till one of us dies
…………Tell me Truthfully..do you want my Secrets or Sex?
