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Adventures yet....
..to say I didn't love you is a farce. Do I miss you? I don't know, does a farmer miss the first rain and sunshine that touched his land?
I have always looked at life as a question, a question with holes in it.
I prefer to ask how. The questions with the why's in them hardly move me.
This is me, then.
I packed my bag, stuffing in property I was bored enough to carry.
To the world, pardon me I would like to skip to the intro.
I have always believed that the best way to put people in their place is to overestimate them.
And so I did... Those eyes, I feel like I got lost in them.
That voice, it was soft, soft enough to draw me close.
I saw beauty... I just had to.
Above all, I saw calmness, then my heart sang a song.
...let us make man in our image... What do we think God wanted?
He expected of us...
I needed a soulmate, I had to feel I had found one.
To the coy mistress, you were one of a kind.
Her shyness wasn't as should have been, a master of an art too modest to indulge... Except for the lies.
As far as my pride goes, I have never found any one like you.
In all honesty, I am amazed.
To say I didn't love you is a farce.
Do I miss you? I don't know, does a farmer miss the first rain and sunshine that touched his land?
Look at me now.
The first resurrection and one would have thought I would guard my life more diligently.
I died a second time, then Franco became quiet.
But I digress.
The very reason I loved you was inexistent.
I have seen soldiers fight diligently for their countries but only because they have a death wish... I tried more than was necessary to sustain the love.
Look at me now, the irony of my life...
I have always loved a good story.
Yet... The fair maiden never really jumped ship, there really wasn't any noise... The storm was inexistent.
Woe unto those who chase after gold.
My reward in turn, was the story that was born after.
How did I love one who loved another?
Nay, will I curse my heart.
In fulfilment of the word... "but that which comes out of his mouth."
How many times have I, to many hearts, said I love you?
How many times have I named many my heart?
How many times have I yet, ignored what was my priority back home?
It's always been beautiful, this thing we call life... It fascinates me.
I would love to say I was second option.
Dreamers are meant to dream.
I think I truly wanted to find love.
I had to have found it.
God made man, and allow me paraphrase, was deeply saddened and embittered at the result.
Pain is bliss only when your heart keeps working, so I denounce everything that threatened to take my happiness away.
Pills and potions never broke my heart. Promises did.
Now I say, even if my heart were broken a thousand times, I would still fall in love the thousand and oneth time.
You didn't change me, or hurt me enough to want to be dead inside. No.
I have always loved adventure, this was extreme.
What was I to do with so many hearts? Revenge almost froze my intestines, it was too cold.
You said I wouldn't ever find someone like you. You were too busy threatening me to hear me say Amen.
I have always looked at life as a question, a question with holes in it.
I prefer to ask how. The questions with the why's in them hardly move me.
This is me, then.
I packed my bag, stuffing in property I was bored enough to carry.
To the world, pardon me I would like to skip to the intro.
I have always believed that the best way to put people in their place is to overestimate them.
And so I did... Those eyes, I feel like I got lost in them.
That voice, it was soft, soft enough to draw me close.
I saw beauty... I just had to.
Above all, I saw calmness, then my heart sang a song.
...let us make man in our image... What do we think God wanted?
He expected of us...
I needed a soulmate, I had to feel I had found one.
To the coy mistress, you were one of a kind.
Her shyness wasn't as should have been, a master of an art too modest to indulge... Except for the lies.
As far as my pride goes, I have never found any one like you.
In all honesty, I am amazed.
To say I didn't love you is a farce.
Do I miss you? I don't know, does a farmer miss the first rain and sunshine that touched his land?
Look at me now.
The first resurrection and one would have thought I would guard my life more diligently.
I died a second time, then Franco became quiet.
But I digress.
The very reason I loved you was inexistent.
I have seen soldiers fight diligently for their countries but only because they have a death wish... I tried more than was necessary to sustain the love.
Look at me now, the irony of my life...
I have always loved a good story.
Yet... The fair maiden never really jumped ship, there really wasn't any noise... The storm was inexistent.
Woe unto those who chase after gold.
My reward in turn, was the story that was born after.
How did I love one who loved another?
Nay, will I curse my heart.
In fulfilment of the word... "but that which comes out of his mouth."
How many times have I, to many hearts, said I love you?
How many times have I named many my heart?
How many times have I yet, ignored what was my priority back home?
It's always been beautiful, this thing we call life... It fascinates me.
I would love to say I was second option.
Dreamers are meant to dream.
I think I truly wanted to find love.
I had to have found it.
God made man, and allow me paraphrase, was deeply saddened and embittered at the result.
Pain is bliss only when your heart keeps working, so I denounce everything that threatened to take my happiness away.
Pills and potions never broke my heart. Promises did.
Now I say, even if my heart were broken a thousand times, I would still fall in love the thousand and oneth time.
You didn't change me, or hurt me enough to want to be dead inside. No.
I have always loved adventure, this was extreme.
What was I to do with so many hearts? Revenge almost froze my intestines, it was too cold.
You said I wouldn't ever find someone like you. You were too busy threatening me to hear me say Amen.
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