And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and
clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need
boxes wrapped in strings
And designer love and empty things
Just a
chance that maybe we'll find better days
So take these words
And sing
out loud
Cuz everyone is forgiven now
Cuz tonight's the night the world
begins again
And it's someplace simple where we could live
And
something only you can give
And that's faith and trust and peace while we're
alive
And the one poor child that saved this world
And there's 10 million
more who probably could
If we all just stopped and said a prayer for
them
So take these words
And sing out loud
Cuz everyone is forgiven
now
Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again
I wish everyone was
loved tonight
And somehow stop this endless fight
Just a chance that maybe
we'll find better days
So take these words
And sing out loud
Cuz
everyone is forgiven now
Cuz tonight's the night the world begins
again
Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again
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Sunday, December 18, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Just looking
I caught him
looking
at me. He looked away once our eyes met. That’s what
we do when we’re caught looking
at someone. I look away, too.
And we look at something else –
anything else. It ends
there, right? We just look away.
We just pretend we caught
nothing, and were never caught.
Does he dare look again? What if
I catch him again? I quickly
brush my hand over my face.
Do I have something embarrassing
hanging from my eyes, my nose? Run
my tongue over my teeth, check
for stray spinach. I look again,
but no. He’s looking away
now; walking away, too.
I will never know his name.
Summer again
If I retraced the
steps I took walking away
from you, would it
matter?
If I took back the
words I traded
with you, would it
change anything?
I don’t want to
live with regrets, these bitter
chunks of
aftertaste in my mouth where
once I held your
flavour.
Now nothing seems
sweet, and all
warmth is
gone. Nothing helps,
not even summer
fruit, nor summer sun.
I run down tree-lined
lanes
and smell blooming
flowers but there is nothing.
Nothing now you’re
gone. You’re gone.
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