| Bind Up My Life About Love Page 4 |
| A Song in Three Dimensions Her heart sings a song in 3 dimensions He is the lover, the man of her dreams No longer a fanciful invention He is all that she thinks that he seems She has weighted him with all of her passions She ignores what she doesn�t want to see And the song she so beautifully fashions Drapes the flaws of the human that is he She will forgive him all of his transgressions She will allow that he�s only a man She will listen to all of his confessions She will always, always understand Yes he�s the song of her heart in three dimensions Yes she�s a fool but really who cares? Her voice - pretty rainbow reflections And her song does so sweeten the air�.. |
| Twisted Up In You Guitar wail out all your misery Moan your sorrows in my ear Slippery slide on down my spine While I mop up all these tears Twisted up in memories baby All colored deepest blue While the jazz man plays his soul Tonight I�m all twisted up in you�.. |
| Check and Checkmate I am tired tonight And have no desire To do battle On that verbal chess board Of yours. You call me queen But we both know I�m only the bishop�s pawn To be gobbled up By your moonless black knight Check and checkmate my love The queen is tired. |
| Oh Unhappy Me He is an open wound Cankerous and festering soul Oozing contempt, Refusing to heal. Oh if only He could see the world Beyond himself. Oh if only He could hear the world In another key. He would know What a bitter, selfish man He has become. And how unhappy he has made me |
| Lacking I poured the contents of my heart Out on a sheet of white paper And found it sorely lacking I could no longer find That little bit of stuff That was once you |
| Two Point Perspective He can draw the world in two dimensions It is his gift The black cross-hatch On paper, bone white But in the world of subtle perceptions It would be nice to be more Than an inky black score Of a line in his two point perspective |
| Need Your need winds its way Surreptitiously around me Slowly, subtly sucking the very Life out of my bones I, impotent and impassive, Watch and wait- Wait for the jaws to unhinge Wait to be swallowed whole Wait to be expelled in a neat little packet And finally to be left alone. A bit sturm and drang, you say? I suppose, yes, just a tad- But you see I�m tired Down to the very core of my being And your unrelenting need With all its imagined slights Is by far the biggest of the becauses |
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