Set your soul on fire,
Or let me.
We tell a tale across the skies.
I can just lay across your thighs.
My life is in two chapters;
Before and After You.
Remember when they said you were too young to love?
You wouldn’t understand the valleys and mountains;
You couldn’t navigate the valley lows and highways
Wells and fountains?
They looked at your age,
And said it would be impossible for you to maintain
Keep up with the pressure,
It takes to hold on to pleasure
And your young heart pleaded;
And they said, ‘You’re too young to understand’.
The question lies;
Deep within these friendless skies,
Family with who you have no blood ties,
And they talk as if all of life; within blood lies,
What do they know; really?
What do they; or I, or you, for that matter…
What do we know of what truly matters?
Then; deep, within these friendly highs,
Lies the question…
To which we say; we’ll be fine.
We will be, won’t we?
While we pick up the dust and ashes of failed dreams,
Romance and true love we killed on a whim,
In our youth, we danced and spun on fate’s wheeling wheels,
With wind in our sails we bent life to our will,
Will we or will we not forever live?
We will be fine; we say,
While forward! We march onto our graves.
We will be fine.
Nothing lasts forever
We just come together
For a while,
And then – go away
Is life a game;
We have no choice but play?
Why can’t words communicate,
Things important to say?
A flawed – no; a failed experiment;
Seeking perfection in others
Getting girls delivered like mail orders
No truth here, madam. Look further
Maybe happiness is a dream, a mirage, an illusion;
Maybe it’s meant for those with clear vision,
Or maybe that makes no sense. Maybe it’s just a joining of words;
You don’t understand?
I’m romance’s Ozil; everyone else is Ronaldo or Messi,
The king of assists; the best of wingmen,
But when it’s my turn to score, things become messy!
Perhaps I’m meant to sit on the wings, man
So I accept. I’ll play Watcher,
Fold my hands, observe, watch her,
No happiness for me in love; no way,
I’ve accepted my fate; I am the doorway
When NEPA strikes and it feels like you’re stuck,
Hot, sticky and network sucks,
Know that –
Know that I love you,
And that’s enough
When you don’t have data and can’t browse,
When there’s nothing but a frown between your brows,
Be sure –
Be sure I love you,
Erase your doubts
When your ATM card is just an ornament, you’re broke,
And it’s hard to smile – you’re a quarter past broke
Reach out –
Reach and confirm, I love you,
Read these words I quote
When the past seems to intrude on the present,
Making lies of all the gifts; the present
Unwrap this –
Unwrap this package; I love you
That should make all the difference
And when, a few days to; you develop cold feet
I understand; marrying me is a feat,
Be brave –
Be brave; I love you
I’m with you all the way; victory or defeat
I know you no longer eat for one but two
You don’t have to try to please me too,
Just let me –
Let me do for you; I love you
Put your feet up darling, I’ll feed you
And when, you’re old, grey and all wrinkly,
You’ll still never have to ask; ‘hug me’
Baby, I love you
Whether young, old or dying
Say you love me too.
I’m starting to forget you
Please remind me,
Or maybe I should send a mail,
And in the subject line:
Re: Mind Me
‘Cos I’m being ignored,
You walk past me without a glance,
You moved too fast,
Reaching to touch the best times of my life,
But I’m looking through glass,
Now it feels like
It feels like I imagined you
Creation of a fevered mind state,
Some more bullshit,
With mines, create….
What was I going to say?
Yes. I was writing about some girl…
But I can’t – don’t –
…remember her name.