There’s a well of words inside my throat
A vast untroubled ocean in which I just can’t stay afloat
They are there, and they are waiting for a ripple to cause a wave
And that wave to grow and grow til a tsunami flushes out
From between my teeth to behind your eyes
I’m sure this won’t come as a surprise but
I’ve always fancied you a bit, but, well, your beauty and your age
Well, it had me in a cage, and no matter how I raged I couldn’t break the bars
That held me from the idea of us
But you responded and they melted, and in becoming the waters inside the top of my chest, I was left with far less being said then what went on inside my head
Oh ma’am please let me start again
You see I’ve seen how these things go and a girl like you simply must know
That it won’t always be easy, but by pretending to be a man in love, I can become a man in love, again
But should it be this way from the start?
How long must the seed grow alone?
Must it always be a false start?
May I cough up some vowels to feed the force
But if the dam breaks I apologize for what will come out
I’ll never learn that there isn’t a word for everything
No, words are only guesses at what’s going on in our heads
So
I’m not sure where that leaves me.
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