Our secret, in a rather bad poem, but there it is. Hope its worthy ; P

Fiona Rosge's picture

All you can here from that crowded room
Is the sound of the keys she is stroking
And carefully she hides her fate from the ones that can destroy it
And whispered conversations at night
About their pervous life
As the sounds that pore out from the player ring loud
And all you can hear is the music
There is the constant quiet sound that lets you know shes talking
And so much worse could have happened
And yet society....
The deams it not correct or noble
Does not ask for me.
And what has started to unfold is simply now repeating
That record spins the dials back as memories now run fleating
And next they say comes fear and doubt but who are they to judge
Because I shall be left states over
Where love is left alone.
And what she says my heart connects to what I once have said
And so with that in mind now,
I must be sent to bed.
And tell me sweetheart what will become
When the years have weathered us?
I know that this we can not tell except in tarot cards
And yet I try to dream of you to see what my mind holds
Because now as I think of it
The storms are still untold
And all I wish for at this time is the arms of someone I have not met
And dreams and memorys aside are not enough I bet
What do you make, I have to ask, of all my lifes and loves
Of Everclear and Nabokov,
Of T and S and RENT
Will you except all my obsessions as they come about?
And I fear, my dear the time for travel will soon surly run out
By I shall try my hardest love, to prove that we are right
But things like this are never clear,
You are awear they relie on a lot.
And will you tell me if I beg,
Of your obsessions to?
Of what shall happen with your life as time changes too.
I'm hoping you know that I shall be there soon,
but now for tonight a conversation shall have to do.

*As for the...expressions in the poem, obviously it is about you. And the was I wrote it? Well that mainly comes from the Walrus and the Carpenter which I have just read. Now I know for sure this is not one of my best but the real ones never are, only my fictionus ones make it in my mind but I felt the need to write this anyway, just to say I wrote one about you...and it is titless.

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Zephyr's picture

I like how you say it is

I like how you say it is obvious that it is about you. Like it is almost expected that everything you write is about me. Don't flatter me that much. xD I miss you. And I would like to say that we haven't talked because I've been busy, but that's not true. I've been a little withdrawn lately.

I wish you could come visit. I don't want to say that I'm falling for you. But I think I am.
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Did you meet your fortune teller?
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Do it up, it's always stellar
---RHCP

Fiona Rosge's picture

hum

They always withdrawl....comes with the timing I think. Tell me because I need reasurance this is not the only way I can live? It just makes me wonder, because you know this has all happened before and it makes me feel like that girl in Grl2Grl, with the corn feilds and the sports car and well I really hope I'm different. I want to be there, I don't want to leave, so surly that must count for somthing?
I've missed you to and I've been wanting to get into contract, but I figured I'd let you do that part for yourself when your ready.

and I know...
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Come Josephine in my flying machine
Going up she goes up she goes
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes there she goes
Up, up, a little bit higher
Oh, my, the moon is on fire
Good-by

Zephyr's picture

They withdraw because it's

They withdraw because it's easy... it's like the easy way out. At least it is for me. I feel like if I don't do anything than it can't possibly hurt you or myself. Which I know is wrong. I hate that I haven't been talking to you. But I have to say that in all fairness I haven't been talking to anyone. You need to come visit. I feel like I know you. And it's getting hard to talk to you and not see you. I want to be able to hold your hand, and kiss you, and cuddle with you. I'm selfish, what can I say?

It's so hard not to love you and difficult at the same time. Distance sucks. You could just move in with me. Decided.
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Did you meet your fortune teller?
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Do it up, it's always stellar
---RHCP

Fiona Rosge's picture

I understand that, and what

I understand that, and what can I say to that besides how are things suppost to get better or worse if neither of us is moving? We are just with holding the inevitable and right now, standing immobile is not helping either of us.
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Come Josephine in my flying machine
Going up she goes up she goes
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes there she goes
Up, up, a little bit higher
Oh, my, the moon is on fire
Good-by

Zephyr's picture

Very true, I think that

Very true, I think that sometimes you are way more mature than I am. ; P

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Did you meet your fortune teller?
...
Do it up, it's always stellar
---RHCP