By sinneD
Date: 26 April 1999

UNTITLED

i picked up my guitar from where it lay
unconciously then i began to play
the lovesong i wrote only for her ears
with the first few lines came a torrent of tears
every word i sing is torture for me
every note i strike's a new misery
this song's not written to be sung to none
i should not play it when she's now long gone
but i must admit that my heart's a fool
thinking the wind it could use as a tool
to carry this melody to my Jen
and make her remember it all again
the wishes we made on three wishing wells
our talks about white doves and wedding bells
those pillow fights and laughters everynight
'til we're tired, then we hold each other tight
the places we've been, the people we met
the fun we have had in surfing the net
the poems we made, the movies we watched
the tingle we felt whenever we touch
playing the song in automatic mode
my shoulders are bent from this heavy load
nearing the chorus and ready for pain
from memories that will hit me again
for this is the part that she loved real best
she said this is better than all the rest
the line that goes "love, thank you for the bliss"
that you give to me through my lover's kiss"
but something happened before i could sing
that first chorus line, God, i broke a string
my conciousness came crawling back to me
and so from this trance my mind's set free
i looked at the mirror, my eyes are red
my cheeks are wet, got a heavy head
i picked up the guitar and broke all strings
and hoped i'm rid of the mem'ries it brings......