This is a case of the ex man messing it up for the next man
I don’t know how to say it any other way
You carry dreams
Like a guitar on your back
Black eyes sparkling with hope
Hoping to serenade and persuade
my heart
Until it dances like
A muse
This heart chooses not to dance.
You’re hoping you can set up residence
In a vacant room
In my mind
And occupy a space
But the space is filled.
You’re waiting on the bench
Hoping that
Someday
Even if it isn’t this inning
I’ll put you on
But that would be foul
You’re wishing with sparkling eyes
That we could
Find freedom
In a tight space, in a new face
But
This is a case of the ex man messing it up for the next man
I cannot give you what I do not have
And you can not provide me with what you cannot offer
If I met you on the street
When my heart was open
And full with songs, and space, and homeruns
Maybe the answer may be different
But I’ve seen lots like you
Before
Enchanted
To
Retreat
To maybe
When “Maybe” was a pseudonym for “No”
Right now
Maybe chills my skin
And the past brings sweat to my flesh
I’m smarting from a bitterness
That must run its course
And you don’t have to see me stare into the skies
His weight between our hugs
I can’t give my heart to anyone
Until I retrieve it from the man who stole it
Maybe gave willingly
Because I believed
His absence is larger then his presence ever was
Like new flowers
I appreciate your desire to entice me into spring
so lovely, that a woman would dance
But everything lovely
Has a season
Everything
Even you
Saturday, February 11, 2006
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