Love
something clicks inside
you just know you want him
for the rest of your life
it's so difficult
to imagine a life without him
instead you see him
teaching the kids to swim
Love isn't just like butterflies in your
stomach
Love isn't just the thumping of your
heart
Love isn't just the foot popping kiss
Love is so much more than all of this
Love is the comfort of hearing him
breathe deeply as you fall asleep
Love is hearing him snore and knowing
you wanna wake up to it
for the rest of your life
Love is getting angry at him
but you don't wanna break up
even though it doesn't make sense
Love is the earring on the floor
and the crumpled blankets
Love is tasting his
sweat and kissing his
tears
Love is the safety of
his arms and the
evaporation of your fears
Love is the existance
of you, plus the
existance of us
Love is fear
Love is hurt
Love is pain
but that's not all it's worth
Love is joy
Love is cuddles
Love is fun
Love is bubbles
Love is wakin' up
to a good mornin' beautiful day
once star
his wrinkled hands
slow, shaky movements
the veins that popped out
on his arms and legs
his skin like rough paper
his sight more than just blurred
he wandered the streets,
suddenly lost and alone
he asked for helpin mumbled words,
not understood
shoved aside,he fell by the roadside
people too busy to see him
stillettos on the pavement,
ringing bicycle bells
& swinging briefcases
he was no more than
a man on the floor
he was no more than
a cause of delay
would no one help him?
would no one help him?
staring, glassy eyed
his now wet face
sweat and tears
blood on his grazed knee
struggling, he stood
a motorbike roared past
"Get lost old man!"
what a difference this was
could no one remember
remember this star?
could no one remember
his handsome young face
on the cover of every other
magazine?
could no one remember?
how about thos autographs & fan clubs?
where were they now?
could no one remember?
remember him?
shuffling, he sat down
on the bench right next to
Mr. Ronald McDonald
the guy who'd become his best friend
just recently
besides ol' McDonald
guess no one'd remember him
this star. once star
for all he was
was another old man on the streets
i cried, that night
i cried, that night
you didn't come
i wept all night
til i saw the sun
i cried, that night
you didn't come
when i felt my heart
no more was one
i cried.
i cried, that night
you didn't come
i cried, that night
you didn't come
you broke your promises
and thought it was fun
i cried, that night
you didn't come
and realized my love
had come & gone
i cried
oh yes, i cried, that night
you didn't come
i cried, that night
you didn't come
when the candlelight dinner
served no more than one
i cried, that night
you didn't come
and wandered the house
my heart pricked by a thorn
i cried.
i cried, that night
you didn't come
i cried, that night
you didn't come
that night i
sat alone
i cried, that night
you didn't come
when my heart became
so cold
i cried, that night
i cried all night,
i cried ,
that night,
you didn't
come.
long winding road
it's a long winding road,
back to trust again
it's a long winding road,
but we'll make it in the end
it's a long winding road,
and it seems too long to bear
it's a long winding road,
but look forward to what you'll get in the end
a someone i love
there's a someone i like
there's a someone i love
there's a someone i think about,
and keep dreaming of
there's a someone who smiles,
and makes bad things go away
there's a someone who laughs
and makes everything okay
there's a someone i want
and i do hope he wants me too
there's a someone i love
and that someone is you
there's a someone who's there
whenever i'm alone
there's a someone who knows i need him
without needing to be told
there's a someone i miss
a someone dear to me
there's a someone i need
and i don't want him to leave
there's a someone who's here,
right here in my heart
there's a someone from whom
i never want to be apart
spent
and at the end of the night,
you can't tell the difference between the sweat running down your face,
or the beer and vodka mixed with it,
or the tears.
or the tears
and all that's left are the spent cigarettes,
that empty bottle of baileys,
the burns on my arm,
and the empty bottle of pills
