Goodbyes and What They’re Good For—Part 1: A Dream
Slow Dance
Oh, to slow dance with someone,
Forget about this tiresome world.
Calm music and caring eyes,
No bullshit, no lies.
A head on my shoulder,
A soul in my safety.
Oh, just a slow dance,
Sprinkled with a little hopeless romance.
Gazing into the distance,
Both our hearts reminiscent
Of a different time,
A different world.
Where pain was innocent and pure;
A toy snatched from your hands
Or losing your favourite pen.
Take me back to when my head didn’t hurt
And thoughts couldn’t kill.
So will you dance with me tonight
And forget about all I’ve just said?
Taxi
Another night out,
Another taxi home.
Still shivering from the walk to the car,
I take my mind to the window,
To the glossy blue blur
That these soaked streets have become.
Somewhere just a few streets away,
You’re heading home too.
Staring out the same window
Coated in this relentless reflective rain.
Making small talk with the driver
To stop that diver from going deeper
Into that mind of yours.
Maybe you’re even thinking of me
Or trying not to, I doubt it though,
I’m just an accessory.
But we always shared that taxi home
And I’d hope for one with
Broken wipers or a slow driver
So that we’d have a little more time together.
So that I wouldn’t have to face that painful weather
Alone.
Waving Goodbye
I’m here counting the waves,
The slow and calm waves
Of this soothing summer day.
I’m here counting the waves
Until the sun smashes into the ocean
And lights up the sky in peaceful pink.
I’m here counting the waves,
Each one getting closer to our goodbye.
The foam and the salt won’t tell me why
But I’m here counting the waves
As you say goodbye,
And the waves keep coming anyway;
Two things crashing under this moonlit sky.
The stars won’t tell me why,
But I stare at them in awe anyway,
And I’ll stare at them til my dying day,
Because they’re just as gorgeous as you.
If only you knew.
If only I told you.
Dreaming
Torture and turmoil,
Lessons upon lessons
Learnt so early on in adolescence.
God, have I not lost enough?
Have I not hurt enough?
I thought I had reached your light;
The end of my darkness.
But it’s just a window
With its hopeful light painting before me
What could be
But never would be.
I’m tired of this, God.
I gave my all and repeated the same fatalistic fall.
Please, if you’re there,
Let me fall back to sleep.
Lay my head on that perfect pillow
And cast me back to
When the world seemed
Less hurtful, less harsh.
Where the world felt warm with wonder,
Crazy but so chaotically beautiful.
So paint me back into the reflection in her soulful eyes
Because every time I see that sunrise
I wake to the same heartbreak
That we were merely a dream,
Dying just as one would; abruptly, unjustly.
Let me fall back into a world
That still has you.
