Love Sick
Always meant to live like this.
Born with handcuffs on my wrists.
Haunted by the memory of your lips.
Stuck in a nightmare that never quits.
Clinging to a sinking ship.
Moment by moment losing my grip.
I hear voices, I hear sounds.
But when I look no ones around.
I walk into a crowded room.
On every face I see you.
Go back to my lonely place.
The dark is my saving grace.
With this paper, with this pen;
I capture words that elude most men.
I see through the mask, read your heart.
Put together the pieces you’ve torn apart.
You say its a blessing to be so in touch,
But I doubt you have ever hurt this much.
What good it is to possess this skill
When my own dreams I cannot fulfill?
I taste your lips, hold your body tight
Every time I drift to sleep at night.
When I awake it all disappears,
But my heart believes that you were here.
Just one chance, just one night;
A chance to prove all these words I write.
To hold you, taste, learn your dreams;
Heal your pains and your heart redeem.
Don’t shut me out, just give me your hand.
The love and ecstasy will forever expand.
