Dec 05, 2007 01:49
You lied, because you liked her,
and now that she's yours,
play it off sweetly,
let love take its course-
("No," they say, "that's not the way!")
An entire sky above you,
the whole world around
yet underfoot you're pushin'
away the same old ground-
And what have you found?
Relics- the traces of trails
That, long ago, went cold.
You follow them, though,
To get the scent in your nose.
Winter's first winds
are piercing through fall.
The timbers are falling,
The shadows grow tall.
This is a new moment,
but it stings of the last-
Pushing them past,
as if they weren't
already moving too fast-
(And they will never come back.)
Fill the seconds with silence,
as if they weren't already overflowing-
You take them and leave them,
Without even knowing.
She told you your heart,
and, by god, she's right-
It's just a damn shame
that you'll blame on short sight.
Monuments rise, as monarchies fall,
while I hold back words that
could crumble them all-
After all,
it's all ruins anyway-
They fall like the night
and then fade into day.