Post by Angel Clementine on Mar 21, 2009 10:19:46 GMT -5
Lonely Traveler
(by Angel Clementine)
The journey dreamt beyond our steps
can hold us where we are;
for some, who ventured from their home,
got lost. They went too far.
The twinkling stars beyond the ropes
beam back your love now gone,
dim light now hitting on a desk
with midnight elbows on.
The rain soaked street's thinned out tonight,
it's dark, and hard to see;
some fantasies, you tell yourself,
were never meant to be--
he told you once he'd never leave,
he'd "love you till he dies";
you heard, instead, a fashioned-truth
embedded with his lies.
Just keep on trudging unpaved thoughts
for half-eternity;
then someday call it memory lane,
aggrieved serenity.
O Lonely traveler, where's your head?
Your tears are running wild.
A lonely journey to your bed,
you're crying like a child.
(by Angel Clementine)
The journey dreamt beyond our steps
can hold us where we are;
for some, who ventured from their home,
got lost. They went too far.
The twinkling stars beyond the ropes
beam back your love now gone,
dim light now hitting on a desk
with midnight elbows on.
The rain soaked street's thinned out tonight,
it's dark, and hard to see;
some fantasies, you tell yourself,
were never meant to be--
he told you once he'd never leave,
he'd "love you till he dies";
you heard, instead, a fashioned-truth
embedded with his lies.
Just keep on trudging unpaved thoughts
for half-eternity;
then someday call it memory lane,
aggrieved serenity.
O Lonely traveler, where's your head?
Your tears are running wild.
A lonely journey to your bed,
you're crying like a child.
