its been a while
catefrances
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in 1989 you died of a rheumatic heart
id have preferred it was a dyslexic heart but...
what do i know???
listening to paul westerberg was never a distraction of mine but...
... you my love were
for as long as my child crawled on her knees
you were all there was in my life
after you passed away friends called to offer their condolences
and it pained me to hear their words
and i hated them for speaking them
and i hated you for being the reason that they did
the week my baby... our baby took her first steps
i swept her up and caught the train to NYC
it seemed the right thing to do
and the right time to do it
and lets face it
as i stood in front of the cinema on west houston street
the same cinema where i saw that film... we saw...
i knew this is where i belonged
and all i ached for was you
to be there by my side
to be the one who woke up early on the weekend and came back
to wake me with the NY times inches thick and a suitably calorific breakfast
i miss you when she laughs
when she looks at me with blue eyes that she didnt get from me
when she cocks her head and says look at me im dancing.
when i hear a sound and look up and youre not there
when i read between the covers and knew that
you were always so very ready
that i always read you correctly
and you i
and i think
if i could slip you a napkin with my number and my name upon it
written in lipstick and recite sylvia plath
you would know
you would smile
and you would be with me always
and you know what???
you are
and
would be
so long as i draw breath and she laughs
with your resonance. always.
id have preferred it was a dyslexic heart but...
what do i know???
listening to paul westerberg was never a distraction of mine but...
... you my love were
for as long as my child crawled on her knees
you were all there was in my life
after you passed away friends called to offer their condolences
and it pained me to hear their words
and i hated them for speaking them
and i hated you for being the reason that they did
the week my baby... our baby took her first steps
i swept her up and caught the train to NYC
it seemed the right thing to do
and the right time to do it
and lets face it
as i stood in front of the cinema on west houston street
the same cinema where i saw that film... we saw...
i knew this is where i belonged
and all i ached for was you
to be there by my side
to be the one who woke up early on the weekend and came back
to wake me with the NY times inches thick and a suitably calorific breakfast
i miss you when she laughs
when she looks at me with blue eyes that she didnt get from me
when she cocks her head and says look at me im dancing.
when i hear a sound and look up and youre not there
when i read between the covers and knew that
you were always so very ready
that i always read you correctly
and you i
and i think
if i could slip you a napkin with my number and my name upon it
written in lipstick and recite sylvia plath
you would know
you would smile
and you would be with me always
and you know what???
you are
and
would be
so long as i draw breath and she laughs
with your resonance. always.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green