it is old rags
i shuffle my feet
music has always welcomed me
i dive deeper
i find blood and flesh
broken into pieces like glass
looking through the rearview i catch a phrase
it sings your name
and speaks of love
that now has sunken deep deep deep into the coldest ocean
where humpbackwhales feast
and hum
you looked back twice
over your shoulder
sending hurt and smiles
all the same

it is new depths
i wade through now
gathering my belongings under my feet
he is begging at my door like an orphan
crying with fear of self in his palms
when he sweats i hear whispers
they poke holes through the layers of past
shake the view so i can see the pile
of trust rubble outside my window
where nothing can grow except for
love
but it sleeps under the rocks
dreaming of pearls of sweat
that slowly peruse all
all all all

it must be a one way street
a detour a mistake
i shouldn´t feel this way
shaken by burn of jealousy
rocking my mind
grabbing my heart in one instant
to laugh with a shrieking sound at the next
you surely didn´t mean any of this to be
but certainly it may make you feel
more free
the dice have rolled and cards have changed
you can take a deep breath now and
refuel
while i sit here to nurse my stronghold of feelings
to make it bold
bold bold

it may be insignificant but it does make me wonder, i must admit.
how i thought of him when i lay in your arms. how his whisper made me shudder. how i knew from the start that there would be something.