I sit and think of you
Our dates
The courting
the tender kisses
the way you are my Mrs
Our children and the way they’ve grown
the loneliness of our divorce
then I realise it’s all my mind
we haven’t even known each other that long
but in my head our connection our bond
makes we want to belong
in your life
even if it’s just fantasy lived in 10 mins
I feel like I could live a lifetime in your eyes
dreaming under starry skies.
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There is no vending machine for love
You cannot find a vending machine for love
you cannot pretend it’s real love
My heart is on fire
is it a liar?
is all love is smoke and mirrors
if so can I forgive her
I check my change
you are everything I desire
my hearts ablaze
but is this only a phase?
love maybe a chase
but not a vending machine case
I haven’t the money to give
to choose the love I need to live
you are a beautiful woman
but I will never have you or own your soul
at least Love is fair in that respect it’s not out of control
I can put my money into the machine
but I will never be your dream.
I love your darkness and your light
I love your darkness and your light
I love your eyes your sight
Dreaming dreams showing how to fight
a single parent battle
rattling the cage on the stage of life
getting through having a good time
you have left me behind
But I wish you well.
There is too much hell in my thoughts
too much insanity I have been caught
I thought about us together too much
pessimism and thoughtfulness are a crutch
I miss your smile your light
but without darkness the light wouldn’t have room to shine
I would send you lines
of poetry
you are the name of nobility
you won’t mix
shadows can’t be fixed
I would love your naked soul
but my heart bleeds my innocence away
but there is too much left
bereft of you
fitted out without a clue
If I’d loved both of us more
I would have set the fire free
but it is your soul who has my key
Your heart is not my home
I can’t work out whether I feel upset
that I am alone
or that your heart is not my home
I screamed your name in the hospital
When they held me down
and injected me
Love never happens for me
If I could reach out for your hand
and you accepted my words and deeds
maybe it work out differently
but I am a soldier
I fight with the courage of a lion
or maybe I am still trying.
Out pouring
Tears well up in my eyes
I dream of being a bird to fly away
To transform with angels wings
But I have no song to sing
The voice, your voice
Weighs me down
Every day wearing a painful frown
The tears of a clown
Is how my father felt
I knelt and prayed
For it all to go away
But in the cold light of day
Cold reality is that I don’t know
whether any of this is real
Delusions, confusions
Flowing, constant uncertainty
Knowing what you would say
You always say I hate you so much
Pessimism has always been my crutch
I loved you like a songwriter loves his piano
The answer is you don’t give a damn though
You were my muse and I have lost all but your voice
Which torments me in every choice I make
Mighty oaks break, their branches tear and shatter
Do I really matter or are my words just noise that clatter
I thought I once met Jesus on my 16th birthday it was my wish
Can I fish my own soul out of sea
Still I yearn for you girl with many faces
Many expressions but I have spoken to you and you have words so few
I cannot escape all the torment you have put me through
and yet I would move my aching soul and bones
Just to sit and talk to you on your throne.