An Ode To Prisoners Of Love!
“Back to the cell! Tomorrow’s another Day!”
If I visit you, what then will I do?
We’ll try to chase what will ensue.
Yes, I could die to have a meal with you.
I could just stare at a meaningless menu.
I’ll travel for hours expecting great expectations.
Perhaps you’ll expound on the nations and relations.
But like now, my head is not with you,
But mourning every morning without you.
Because I love you just that much,
My heart has holes and scars and such!
I cringe at having an hour of you.
And no! I don’t want to imprison you.
I want to see you flutter by,
In and out all day, yes, like a butterfly.
To have you for just an hour or so,
Is only my education, to make me know,
That I am a prisoner of my mind.
There is no way to leave you behind.
I want to see you walk by.
I want to know if you cry.
I never want to say goodbye.
Yes, I think there’s something in my eye.
I traveled these hours in my mind.
This travel has only led me to find,
The arrow that first was shot,
Has now become intensely hot.
I remember how it was painful at first.
Removing the arrow is impossible and worse.
As I travel from you the barbs catch and tear.
Reality grips and rips. You’re not “there”.
Tears will wash my spirit away.
What sins am I paying for today?
I can feel jagged hooks gripping my heart
Loneliness and sorrow are ripping me apart.
So I traveled to hold you in my arms.
I awaited and anticipated all your charms.
I briefly held your life in mine.
I could see you now if I were blind.
Leaving you is such sweet sorrow.
Of course I repeat this trip tomorrow.
An air of death is all I smell.
As I return now to my cell.
It’s the cell of loneliness, self-imposed?
Have I burned the bridges? Are all doors closed?
Didn’t I die a few moments ago?
Alas on the train of life-I’m just a hobo!
I’ll live again. I’ll try and, I guess, I'll fail.
I’ve imprisoned myself in a wide open jail.
It’s such a long walk back to the ole cell block.
It’s a dark and dingy place. It doesn’t have a lock.
I’ve said so much that I have nothing to say.
So I’m locking myself up for another day.
I’ll rattle my cage with an old tin can.
Tomorrow I get out to travel again.
I’ll go back to you for an hour or two.
But then I’ll walk the longest mile for you.
I’ll once again leave so that you can live.
I’ll carve up my heart. It’s all I have to give.
Once again tears will take my breath.
Once again I’ll die another death.
And after I die I’ll hear the guard say,
“Back to the cell! Tomorrow’s another Day!”
You Are The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me
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