It used to be
That every time I heard
That little \"knocking\" signal
On my Mirc notify
Indicating that someone
Had just come online
My heart would skip a beat
Because it might be you
But for
Era o vreme.
Atunci, cand auzeam
acel ciocanit
in notificarea mea de Mirc
indicand ca cineva
ar fi putut fi tu.
Inima mea inceta sa mai bata
Insa acum
din cauza \"circumstantelor\"
I have not heard from you and
I wait and
today I wake early.
The sun peaking through the blinds
lights on my telephone and
says, \"you have not called.\"
The telephone sits and I know
With ease I become lost in your dreams
easing into deep sleep on calm waters
feeling surrounded by liquid desire for me
I swim in your decadent luxury,
Warm sea engulfs me
I drown, losing my
In India
The fakirs
Are able to lie
On a bed of nails
Without blood
Or pierced flesh
The problem is
I have had one faker
Too many
Invite me to their beds
Where they
Are able to lie
And
Did Our Best Moments last-
\'Twould supersede the Heaven-
A few-and they by Risk-procure-
So this Sort-are not given-
Except as stimulants-in
Cases of Despair-
Or Stupor-The Reserve-
These
last night we were in bed together,
he was in his single bed,
many hours away
and me in a man\\\'s pj top,
it could have been his
in my dark bedroom with the quilt on.
I pressed the phone to my
Revealing myself
Like the petals on a rose, as they open slowly
Exposing the inner softness
Arousing the senses with a fragrant whisper
Drawing you closer
Sensing my vulnerable
I stumbled onto you,
half by mistake, trying to elude
the hounds who have no discretion or taste.
You were a polite voice,
in a world of ramble,
A gentleman searching
for more than the tepid
She sat in rapt contemplation of the tiny tender flower she was slowly, methodically destroying. She wondered at how this age-old childhood ritual had come to hold so much importance to her now.
Games, changes and fears
When will they go from here
When will they stop
I believe that fate has brought us here
And we should be together
But we\'re not
I play it off but I\'m dreamin of
He is not what I expected
In fact, he is totally not my type
Or at least the type that I have always been attracted to
But he is the type
Tall, dark, dangerous looking
The kind that ooze
The hardest thing, I have felt...
Was gazing into you...
I thought I saw a fire...
My heart, loved and true...
But in a moment all was lost...
Within a flood of lies...
For the only thing I
To finally know
how little I meant to you
to know the choice was made
before I began my plea
to understand that there was never
a chance
that
is the final hammer strike.
Words
you think I
I won\'t ask
that you promise
anything.
Your voice
on the phone
captures me
nails me
enthralls me.
I could be
so happy
if I could hold you
and feel you fit
against me
where my
