[ChyllTyrant]

Counting The Times


when u met your train of thought at the station
i wished i had a ticket with you
(mine, of course, scalped and in the wrong direction)

something left off
something left on the darkness
when i was written off
all i had to say was "right on"

every playing field was wide open
so when you passed to me
i passed on

laying in every field
under the flourescent glow of each underscoring star
the moon's charm evaded invasion for one lonesome night
and it was just you and i
so wasn't it lonely those nights you spent crying for freedom?
wasn't it lonely those days you broke your back in non-sexual ways...
only to reconfigure your spinal cord with tissue after tissue?
you did hit a cord with me... just not that kind of one
i'm sorry
"write on"

we were both white lies
i wanted to be black
you wanted to be kept a secret from your father
that's where our troubles began

so now what am i?
if not a man within a man within a man within a woman's heart?

i'm flattered you would be so audacious
so out of line
so out of your linen before me
that i didn't have a chance to notice that i was indeed
so out of line
before i had the time to stop
saying "i love you" and caressing your cheek bone with the back of a gentle hand

gentleman?
i'd still like to think so...

but never again will the moon be out of the way for me
space cadets these days have hard bargains and sling some marred jargain
so reminiscent of marmalade futures and harrowing pasts

we're all heroes in one way or another
these days...

but why isn't that enough anymore?

because one four level word (eyes)
four letter heaven

TRAP

so yes we'll party next friday night
yes, yes, that's all i had to remember
where should i pick you up?
down the street?

forget my forgetmenot attitude and love or lust swings of mood

girls just wanna have fun, right?
please tell me my youth was more than an excuse...
to forget you again

laying in every field
under the flourescent glow of each underscoring star
the moon's charm evaded invasion for another lonesome night
it must have been over your right and my left
i may have touched the small of your back with a palm
i may have rubbed the wrong spot
too intimate... to into mating
but i did what i felt was right
and for a moment or so i repeated what i had said last time
and it did indeed make sense

or i wouldn't be standing here... broken hearted
waiting for your phone call... too afraid of indifferent parents
or i wouldn't have written off life so many times tonight
or made too many assumptions about life in general

how many times though, did i say that i loved you, before we did?

can you count them?




(edit: indifferent)