How can I say i love you
in grandiose words
and sensational sonnets
on top of my soapbox
with spectacular showmanship
and flawless technique
so that they all know
so that everyone knows
in this competition
and talk and talk and talk
until the retreat to my dressing room
where i write more amazing things to say
how can i do such a thing
how can i say i love you
when it's already spoken
and repeated
in every move and quiet action
when im asking you to come here
and lay your head down
and never feel
so tired again
and never feel anything except
breathing in
i
breathing out
love
breathing in
you.
In the shades of darkness, ensconced within a room
The old man shuffled, wearily, before the waiting tomb
Beneath the tremors of his palm, lay music that would cease
And sweetly called, he knelt before the instrument of peace
Haggardly he stooped before the object of devotion
And helplessly, did worship it with every shaking motion
Two hands that sadly pressed upon the broken, yellow, teeth
Mirrored, unequivocally, the mangled wires beneath
And the dusty, halting sighs that wandered from his throat
Gave hesitant vitality to each and every note
Which lingered, frozen, for a time, upon the twilight air
As mournfully he stamped them o
How can I say i love you
in grandiose words
and sensational sonnets
on top of my soapbox
with spectacular showmanship
and flawless technique
so that they all know
so that everyone knows
in this competition
and talk and talk and talk
until the retreat to my dressing room
where i write more amazing things to say
how can i do such a thing
how can i say i love you
when it's already spoken
and repeated
in every move and quiet action
when im asking you to come here
and lay your head down
and never feel
so tired again
and never feel anything except
breathing in
i
breathing out
love
breathing in
you.
In the shades of darkness, ensconced within a room
The old man shuffled, wearily, before the waiting tomb
Beneath the tremors of his palm, lay music that would cease
And sweetly called, he knelt before the instrument of peace
Haggardly he stooped before the object of devotion
And helplessly, did worship it with every shaking motion
Two hands that sadly pressed upon the broken, yellow, teeth
Mirrored, unequivocally, the mangled wires beneath
And the dusty, halting sighs that wandered from his throat
Gave hesitant vitality to each and every note
Which lingered, frozen, for a time, upon the twilight air
As mournfully he stamped them o