By N.C.-Marisa Phanord
Hold me
Kiss me
Tell me that you adore me
Because I fear your essence is not near
And your love isn’t here
Once again I would love to hear your voice
That baritone that travels to my phone
Causing my soul to break up into an infinite amount of pieces
Tapping into unknown happiness that was then over flowing
I know this may sound a little whack
But as a matter fact
The ashes still remain from that fire that you once proclaimed
To be love.
So what? It’s been how many days and so many things haven’t been the same
Things have been kind of lonely
In this one house, one room, once love.
So here is the now story
We lived 50 stories
There were no elevators, no stairs, only stares
Because we lived so high in air
For people to see our love in action
It use to take them for a ride, we charged no fare
Although we really didn’t care; I don’t think it was fair
To show them how it was, something that they probably couldn’t pull off
Was it some sort of deceit for us to succumb to defeat?
I’m tired of weeping
Wishing you could have told me from the beginning
Told me who you wanted to be
Just a quick fling, a man not willing to fight for the real thing. That’s me
So tell me Mr. Weatherman, will you be accurate today?
Will our forecast for tomorrow be clear enough?
To really see what has been eating us
Or will this black cloud remain and us continue the same which most people may call profane
But if it does then I would have to fear
With this being the final tear
This peering heart will finally get a chance to breathe again, see again
And maybe baby mend again
And go looking for someone to call friend
Once again
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