Thaliana traces my lips with her fingers
and her touch even gone, still lingers.
She would tell me about how her fathers sins
and in the ending a new life begins.
She would tell me of a world in denial
and how she wishes for an end to the trial.
She would beg me for attention even if I was inside.
She would overstay her welcome just so she could hide.
Maybe she was everything I ever wanted, maybe more
and maybe I'm just lied out drunk on the floor.
Maybe infatuation is a sin against all humanity
since it seems all of our hearts are in captivity.
Captured by someone who doesn't care as much as you
even when you have that knowledge you'll let it go through.
You'll chase after them till you break your own heart
because without an ending, there can't be a start.
So live your life with gentle hands and idle wishes
and stare at the reflection of yourself in the dishes.
Let someone else play that gamble with your heart
Because without the ending there can't be a new part.

Maybe an Item, Maybe a muse,
Maybe feelings here to confuse.
An idle hand ends up bored.
A working hand ends up floored.
Shag on my bag, sweat on my brow
Is this love in it's form anyhow?
Is it someone to snuggle at night?
Is it someone to make me feel all right
for if it's all that, then I've been sold short
and to all of you sub-standards I have a retort.
I wish to know why you never loved as deep as me.
Why couldn't it have been a two way street by love's sea?
Why couldn't it all have been so simple back then?
Without that ending, I guess I wouldn't begin.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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