The same old song.......

And so we return to that which was left behind, and truely I am a fool found wanting.....

How could I tell you 

what your words 

do to my spirit. 

Or the effect 

your mind has 

on my heart. 

Do you need the 

complication 

of a friend in love? 

NO! 

You need the peace 

of a friend who listens 

of a friend who's there 

You need the 

kind of love 

that sacrifices self. 

Time with you 

should be the fountain 

that satisfies 

and quenches any 

longing for more. 

Why cant I just be 

content with what I have? 

Why must the storm rage? 

Why is the world gray when you're gone? 

Why do I look for your return? 

Why am I on this path again? 

My God I hate the heart 

and everything it brings 

would that I could kill it 

never feeling again. 

let me become a eunuch 

to these passions 

I would rather not feel today...... 

Then you call  

I snap out of it, 

enchanted by the angelic song 

of your beautiful timbre

As Sisyphus 

I return to my beloved 

boulder of confused love 

and deafening silence.....

Author's Note

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