want the world to go away
don’t even want to stay
where streets are dark
my heart stripped stark
of love and light and might
and dreams don’t come in the night
where all my thoughts of lovin’ you
are colored with the blues
and hope for more
slips softly out the door
don’t even want to stay
where streets are dark
my heart stripped stark
of love and light and might
and dreams don’t come in the night
where all my thoughts of lovin’ you
are colored with the blues
and hope for more
slips softly out the door
8 comments:
Excellent choice of photie hen.
oh, jimmy, it was you - i thought i heard something at my door...
Sometimes when the heart aches all else in life seems to be dead, without any colour or inspiration, life without another to love can be terribly lonely.....
so true, gemel, so true - and sometimes the only place we can love that other is in the quiet solitude of our own heart - or, perhaps, here, in words unspoken...
Lovely image . You are left wondering who will come through the door. The colours do have a few sinister undertones and I get the feeling the person waiting is not looking forward to the person/thing that is expected.
Drifting off on my barge again.
"want the world to go away..." Yes, I know that feeling. But then it never does, and I'm left having to deal with the handful of it all. Your words always ring inside my heart!
Nevine
perhaps that person just "left" through the door, trevor, leaving behind only a trail of sinister stirrings behind, for the person left sitting in the room - perhaps - or perhaps, your version is more accurate - just depends upon one's own barge, i think! ;)
yes, to get off the merry-go-round that is no longer merry, nevine - but only we can flip that switch - the one deep inside - that makes the spinning stop -
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