Overs...
By David Menzies
How long can I love you?
And how long must I hear
That you’ve been run through
The ringer
Of some wannabe singer
Or just…wannabe "lovers"
You want to be ideal
These beings that are nothing more than the lover of covers
And seem to play bees that hover above
And talk with you of love
Until they grow tired of your mouth moving
A mouth from which they’re deaf to words
And couldn’t care if you talked of birds
Or youth
I wish you’d talk to them from a booth
So when they pick up a y, e, and s
You’d be safe
Am I trying to be the best
You never had?
It’s all I can aim for
I need you more and more
And THAT…..is all I can aim for
I can only aim for the guy who desperately wants to share our lives
Because I’d hit myself
And I could do without help
Because I already feel that arrow’s pain
My love is me shootings arrows at the sky
And waiting for enough to hit me to die
I don’t even know if I could ever be all I want to be to you
Maybe you’d be repulsed by the view
But I guess I don’t have to worry about that anyway
I won’t get to feel that nervous pleasure as I walk up your driveway
All I get is the sweet misery of your scented bracelet
That came off the wrist
Of the hand that holds my heart
Is there a gist?
That we’ve yet to get
Am I supposed to learn from loving to talk to you
That need is a lot like Obsession
Because I have to be in session
With it
To not try to forget that there’s a bliss I’ll never truly know
I want to escape so badly
But,
I am hooked line and sinker
And I love it
But being a bleak and heavy thinker
I realize I’ll never be pulled in
And suddenly my existence is about never reaching the light at the end of the tunnel
Will you still want to talk to me?
When you find someone tangible
Someone you find manageable
Even though you know it will be the same day I hit the floor
And don’t want to get up anymore
I can’t believe you can say "you’ll find someone better than me"
When I know I’m the man who can have a metal detector in the a land of gold
And never find a nugget to hold
Can’t you just see
That to me… you’re incomparable
No one could possibly be quite like you
And (your) all I want
You who are the universe’s way
To taunt
And haunt
Me….
I’m sorry you have to bear me
I’m sorry I know you exist
You’re supposed to be the thought I take shelter in
You’re supposed to so much more than I can get
And I guess you are
© Copyright David Menzies
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