Friday, November 12, 2004

home

you tell me that i'm home
but why, why don't i ever feel it
like a fish out of living water
ice in the fire

and love dances on our minds
and we fall into each other's eyes
time passes us by

talking at starbucks
over coffee and a biscotti
and that was when; when
you made me feel human
part of this universe

slamming; slamming down the receiver
is it over; our little adventure
and now; bottle of merlot later
i feel so much sober
its like runing through the rain

you tell me that i'm home
buy why, why don't i ever feel it
were the higher powers having fun
making love a big great pun

got to the heart of the matter
and lingered
problems unsolved, feelings dwindled
shouldn't have let go, persisted
and now, now's a case of tristan and isolde
the settling of a story

you tell me that i'm home
and now; i feel the pain of silence
biting into my selfless state of mind
and home feels cold indeed.

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