Post by Queen of Rain on Feb 20, 2005 6:43:34 GMT -8
I still believe
Perhaps that was what made me cry?
Let me explain to you
One of the things I wanted you to understand
But that wouldn’t leave the silence
When my Italian Lover slept beside me that last time
I thought to myself
What if this is the last time?
Without knowing, the hourglass needed to be turned soon
Kissing Michael in that biting cold day
A voice inside my head told me
This might be the last time
I so ignored it
We seemed so much in love
But some feelings fly away
It was far less emotions
Involved in that thing we had
I thought, but still I cried when you left
Just as wordless as the love we made
You are, my Lover X
I visited your room only twice
With curtains pulled down and lights out
Our bodies became one
”Fucking Unreal”, so nice and politically incorrect
And it was, yet what puzzles me more is
That not when my shivering body
Left your warm bed
Not when you kissed me,
That bye, bye, bye kiss
Came the feeling upon me
That this is the last time
I cried because I don’t mean as much to you
As you do to me
But perhaps it doesn’t matter
Feelings still fly
But I desire your body
Your laugher
Your words
Politically incorrect
Only a friend
You might not call
But I cry cos I hope
I’ll meet you again
You know, people meet twice
And you might not call
But no voice is inside my head
Just memories of
Politically incorrect words and actions
That I hope will arrive again
Perhaps that was what made me cry?
Let me explain to you
One of the things I wanted you to understand
But that wouldn’t leave the silence
When my Italian Lover slept beside me that last time
I thought to myself
What if this is the last time?
Without knowing, the hourglass needed to be turned soon
Kissing Michael in that biting cold day
A voice inside my head told me
This might be the last time
I so ignored it
We seemed so much in love
But some feelings fly away
It was far less emotions
Involved in that thing we had
I thought, but still I cried when you left
Just as wordless as the love we made
You are, my Lover X
I visited your room only twice
With curtains pulled down and lights out
Our bodies became one
”Fucking Unreal”, so nice and politically incorrect
And it was, yet what puzzles me more is
That not when my shivering body
Left your warm bed
Not when you kissed me,
That bye, bye, bye kiss
Came the feeling upon me
That this is the last time
I cried because I don’t mean as much to you
As you do to me
But perhaps it doesn’t matter
Feelings still fly
But I desire your body
Your laugher
Your words
Politically incorrect
Only a friend
You might not call
But I cry cos I hope
I’ll meet you again
You know, people meet twice
And you might not call
But no voice is inside my head
Just memories of
Politically incorrect words and actions
That I hope will arrive again