Downloading Marianne
L. Edgar Otto 01 December, 2012
Your body tells me
something you face just does not show
I'm punished holding
back so long no chance for you to know
if my love was worth
my flirting ends our hurting afterglow
That I came your way
is not excuse to rest my eyes on you
Nor your surprise my
dancing noticed, bolt from the blue
no gray skies above
just you seemed someone I could love
Life needs not be so
deep, no shallow wounds and scars
that keeps us far
away never tests a spark or fires
so you say despite
desire 'he did not love me really anyway'
Who wrote this play,
a love song anyway we both know hides beneath the make up between lines
too used to our
lonesome tunes to sing along, hedge bets
to make the music together
risk give and take duets
Oh its not rebound
from someone settling for seconds, rest
on no regrets we tell
ourselves come morning, drink's forgetting best
Love is the cradle
robber, not the no damn cats
we tease each other
with deadened strings out of tune
We we ask too much we
reach too far, feel in out guts
love always watching
over night, never walk on the promised moon
Who's face is full of
ladies before her vanity and baying donkey's with his props
Our face a child
within with smiles to trade some suckers for the lollipops
Our thin silk dollies
at the fringe frame our over easy scrambled eggs
Insensitive to
feelings and in sin, square pegs and sea legs
our rusty hearts, our
clocks sharp shards of tin
Yet we cling to the
baby face and wide eyed trust
buttons sewn back
again in dress up, cradling blind lovers
While the merchants
tell us we cannot be young again
ram valentines and
garters down our throat
As long as there is
time to share keys to the nest and keep our castle's quoin forgotten, our moat
now muddy deep
Yet who will catch
the bridal bouquet, who the joke prize
as if I care in the
weeping moment gazing into your eyes?
I wrote this song for
you and no one else I a child again myself not sure what I am doing while
life's wheel still in spin
But it would not be
fair to you, time's turn of sand and though my blood is clean not go there,
even in the name of Love, downloading Marianne.
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