By tara tberger64@hotmail.com
Date: 3 May 2000
A wish for an Irish Stonemason
A country filled with romance
A land covered with stone walls
Somehow now, this is all too symbolic
I made a wish for you when I kissed the Blarney Stone
An Irish Stonemason (I fell in love with the walls)
Now, I know I should have been more specific
When I entered the bar and ordered my Gin
I was not thinking of the day before and the wish
I was there to get drunk and go home (alone)
Oh god, how I wish I had never met you
I liked being callused and standoffish
Heart hardened and cold like a stone (like the walls)
It must have been the Gin
Maybe it is a different kind in your country than I am use to
I don’t believe in Wishes
The Drinks kept coming
You dedicated a song and while the band was playing
Your arms around me, I felt your kisses
I left the bar that night under unusual circumstances
I fled in a taxi back to the hotel my head swimming
No chance for goodbyes
Should have left it at that, I wish now you had
Instead you tracked me down
Filled my heart with love and my head with lies
You are a Romantic person on day
The next you are callused and standoffish
Heart hardened and cold like a stone (like I was)
I shall call you Ireland -- Romance and Stone Walls
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