Attitude: Transitory Gloom

Attitude: Transitory Gloom:  The Deadbeat Time is not geared to human life Nor to obeying orders Of human nature Emptiness surrounds him He spends days with...

That's My Love

                                                                                                                               

I heard him say,

He's trying to hold on,

To her precious love.

He might be smiling a bit too much.

His eyes have better see,

That's my love.

Might save a little trouble,

Because she's like a cat in the dark,

Who promised me heaven.

The sweetest silence I've ever heard,

Is written on her face.

I can see the tracks,

Of her tears,

Of happiness.

But it's going to take,

A lot of love,

To make her dreams come true.

                                                                                                          

Maybe next time,

She will think harder,

About falling in love.

She started to reject me,

Much too late.

Love is an addiction,

Sets the soul on fire,

And I'm never going to let her go.

I'll take her to a place,

Where lovers go,

To buy a dream or two.