Comfortably in love

Perhaps, old friend, you are mistaken.

When I cry it really is because I am, indeed, sad
that life has taken even a more tragic turn
and that your chuckle is very misplaced,
because you don't laugh when a hero dies!

True, this was not a hero, but pitiable me
your scornful smile is, however, a mockery
to all these feelings refusing to leave
and if the tears would allow me to see clearly
I'm sure my eyes would show that this sadness
is not simply an emptiness
you're trying to pretend that i obstinately save
simply to shove in your considerate ass

No I cry, because it is hard to live,
as a poor sod with empty doubble bed,
it is cold when he's not here for me
allthough such promise was never for him to make
it is dark when he's not here with me
sure, I never really asked him to stay

and I love how all this life makes perfect sense to you
in a way that you can fix it all with some words
a little "do" and "don't",
subsequently you want me to understand
why it is cold, dark and lonely
when all the magic of love has left
packed its luggage, bought trainticket
formed rockband and succombed to heavy drugs
I fear the lyrics is simply abandon
a message left in distress,
but I am not the one to save it
I wanted it to save me.

But, dear friend, maybe life has given you
something it didn't have in mind for me
and until we can see through minds and hearts
I wish we would simply believe
that he'll come back when i call him
that there's no need to say good bye

he'll be back in the morning
with stories and tales for my bed
he'll lean back, because so you've told me,
and never ever take one more guitar on his back.



Poetry by Angie-M
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Written on 2009-03-30 at 04:51

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