Somewhere In Life Is Love

Desperate Reminiscings

The night's air hits me as I fall
through the cracks of deception
watching the blades of grass sway in the hills
a certain voice chills me
I can't touch you

her eyes
glossed over with stale tears that
for years I've failed to notice
and her focus is lost in the red of her whites
at night she dream dreams of pleasure
crimson satin sheets and crushed petals
perfumed walls and the dimmed light of candles
all that I used to do
but I can't touch you right now

I can't touch you because these hands
broken, ashed, and calused by time
found time to explore a mind
which brought much more than lust
and in these hands
such a rough touch can bring mistrust
a disregard for feelings
and a reckoning that would shake
the very fabric of time
trapped in the finest feathers of cupid's wings
touch me, she says

I can't

remind me why I'm still here
remind me why I'm still here

remind me why
I can't touch you

and as those stale tears become new
and fall down her face like four hundred years of stress
I longed to touch her
to keep her days sunny and skies blue
to help her see the future in love
and not to let go of her goodwill
but even still
the pain in which my fingers hold
is enough to destroy her soul
and I just couldn't bring myself
remind me why I'm still here

remind me why

she walked away
disappearing in the shadows of dolorous thought
and I stood there
in the vast spell of lonliness
longing to find a way
to wash the dirt from my hands
and to remind myself
why




To understand my words, you must first understand my mind. Balik737