where are you lost soul ?
the songs were for you and there was a moment
when i felt the love again
and i missed, your customary pre show calls
No, i didn't think of you !
the songs finished the show got over
and i still didn't think of you !
'coz then she took me home
she stood looking out the window ... smoking !
and i had shine on you crazy diamond playing in my head
i tapped along with the hi-hat on the armchair
and looked at her shadow
her hair fell straight 'pon her back and she wore her heels gracefully
for a moment i thought i could even love her
she turned as if on cue and smiled
i gave a fake smile back to her
No, i didn't think of you !
Many hours later she lay naked in the bed
and i smoked by the window
A part of the city fast awake in the middle of the night
i thought of nights we spend looking out the window
at the midnight trees, and the moon and clichéd things
tears welled up my eyes and i still didn't think of you !
coz she came from behind and held me
lord knows in that moment i ...would've given anything
to hold you close..
yet a part of me is so fucking afraid that i will never see you again ...
when i felt the love again
and i missed, your customary pre show calls
No, i didn't think of you !
the songs finished the show got over
and i still didn't think of you !
'coz then she took me home
she stood looking out the window ... smoking !
and i had shine on you crazy diamond playing in my head
i tapped along with the hi-hat on the armchair
and looked at her shadow
her hair fell straight 'pon her back and she wore her heels gracefully
for a moment i thought i could even love her
she turned as if on cue and smiled
i gave a fake smile back to her
No, i didn't think of you !
Many hours later she lay naked in the bed
and i smoked by the window
A part of the city fast awake in the middle of the night
i thought of nights we spend looking out the window
at the midnight trees, and the moon and clichéd things
tears welled up my eyes and i still didn't think of you !
coz she came from behind and held me
lord knows in that moment i ...would've given anything
to hold you close..
yet a part of me is so fucking afraid that i will never see you again ...
9 comments:
loved and lost..n now lost in love. this post's beautiful, inexile. but no one can ever make up for a lost love.
regarding the last post:-
in this part of the world, females would NOT talk to you 99.6% of the times in a public place like mall or a book store
what are your suggestions in that case?
and plus the same rules hold true in case of pubs etc.
Nostalgia: disease that gets you thinking about the pleasant things you wont have anymore.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. — Pablo Naruda....
and yet...i know i wont be with you ever again. Or do i want to? Do i want to feel scared that life would be over if you are gone? Do i want to hurt that evenings arent the same anymore? Or that the skin I feel against mine doesnt feel warm when i am cold...and doesnt cool me when i am hot. Or when the favourite jokes arent funny anymore because there's no familiar laughter with it.
Love lost.... get lost. It fuckin fucked up how flash-backs start at the wrong times.
shine on you crazy diamonds playing, that is brilliant...and what smoking while looking out of the window, was like a scene snatched out of 1984...bloody brilliant...i guess an exile we all deserve...cheers!
'yet a part of me is so fucking afraid that i will never see you again ...'
and i'm so sure i'm never gonna see again, and yes is fuckingme a lot.
like i say to u, i wish a could erase some memories...
like on that movie 'eternal sunshine of the spotless mind'
@burf: they might just. or at a coffee shop. did you try it? sometimes i wish the guy i'm looking at in the tube would come up and speak to me, like they would in manhattan but you english people are just too wound up.
so who was it dedicated and now i am reading some Eminescu. any reccos?
wud u kill me for saying this? hope not, but ur post reminds me of lenny kravitz song 'again' for both the lyrics and the video.
did you mean this post? by the lyrics?
yes clit baby..i meant this post's words..evokes memories of lenny's 'again'..give it a listen
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