Tuesday, 7 August 2007

Moments On A Park Bench

I wish I'd writtten what she sings
I want you to know how I feel
It isn't always enough to whisper three words
A million kisses will help but not ring absolutely true
A thousand roses will wilt and die
But this feeling won't. This
Intoxication. Infatuation.
You had me at a smile
I think I was born for you to love me
I exist to hold you
Burns deeply. I promise.
It all fits-my hand in yours and my head on your shoulder
Comfort at last
I'm finally at peace with feeling
I found the little girl
Who confused herself and hid when it got tough
But it's a sunrise and sunset now-
Beautiful every day when it starts and finishes.


There's a liar in your bed
She's putting poison on your pillow [no longer smells of me]
And dropping venom on your head
She watches while you sleep.... [guardian angel fallen over]
Cruel kisses to stop contented breath
Smiling she moves nearer
Wraps a choking arm around your throat..[why can't I save you?]
And whispers not so sweetly
Goodnight, God Bless
See you in Hell..... [heaven without you]