Cemeteries of Love

Tonight a voice speaks from far across the edges of salvation,

Standing six feet off the edge wondering,

The last glimpse, the last words and the last kiss of love

Will it be too hard to imagine a world from so deep down--I wonder

Where voices fade away and all that remains are your skin and bones

Is this place called The cemetery of Love?

Though the streams of darkness carry the ashes of memories

I wonder what the morning does,

Does it turn away from the truth it hides or weeps in remorse?

Or does it breathe a new ray of hope or just moves on like a silent passer-by?

I can listen to your words from the depths of this world,

But I can’t make my voice heard through the layers of the sands

Is this why they call it the Cemetery of love?

It’s a one way street where I am headed,

Oh baby, it’s the same old feeling

Lust and desire are mere words now.

All you crave for is just a breath of air

Am I here to apologize or just living out my destiny?

It’s hard to know the truth when U are stranded in the cemetery of Love.

TWO WORLDS

How can I forget what I’ve felt

None of my pain ever showed through.

She kissed me and she kissed me again

And then she said, she wasn’t coming back anymore.

I saw her run down the stairs and throw open the door,

Out into the cold, cold street, grabbing her coat;

With a wave of one hand, and another in her pocket,

She hailed the long yellow taxi, to disappear into the night.

I watched her leave from the windows above,

Only my heart knew the words it wanted to say

Breathing heavily against the glass panes,

I stood there in silence watching the rain.

The vows or the promises didn’t matter anymore,

The dreams we saw, were not ours anymore.

Today we stood in the same world though,

But somewhere our worlds had become different long before.