When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
It’s my worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
Love is a poor man’s food
Don’t prophesize
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
-ray lamontagne
years ago, my mom told me that my dad would lay in bed and cry sometimes because he said i never called him. that i didn’t love him. the truth is, he never wanted to talk to me when i did call.
that’s the problem with humans sometimes.
we live in a place that is never here.
we love in a place we don’t know where.
we spend our lives crying over things we can not accept.
we scream for companionship only to find ourselves unable to open the door.
some say the soul departs long before the body hits the ground.
some say, the best lies are the ones we tell ourselves.