I think I've had enough of your world for today
My head has opened up and your pictures fall like rain
In front of my face they spin
We were corresponding shapes like the rocks in a ledge
Now this puzzle has been rained upon and the corners lost their edge
Nothing fits as it once did
But at least we had finished at
All over this room I reign you are
All over this room I reign you are
All over this room I reign you are
And what's wrong with that? Nothing I guess...
So I entertain my mind with little ticks and movie flicks
Combinations of quirky comedies, but they've all got romantic twists
And when I can't forget I write
That's how this whole thing came to be
It helps me when I'm lonely
All over this room I reign you are
All over this room I reign you are
All over this room I reign you are
And what's wrong with that? Nothing I guess...
So, I guess you're right. I did abhor the awkward silence we endured. And spoke a truce to stop the swell and slow this spinning carousel. Yet still it spun from time to time, laced with mistrust that cracked the spine. This feeble frame just would not hold and sparked the drifting of two souls. I am not ready nor deserve a line of love that can't be blurred into a shallow blotch of lust. A dirty thought. A pointless f*ck. I never properly explained, this bodied beauty you contain is too much for a man to take at such an age-less feeling age
Works. This circle never works. This cycle of the poet and his dame who never could explain this tired plot. Insistent it would stop. Convinced that every problem soon would rest. That bad things at their best would fix themselves. But those things you just can't tell. And its taunting in this straight jacket of hope. It blinds and it disrupts the ebb and flow. The process of letting go. The pattern on this strange bright lighted stage. The stigma at this age-less feeling age