like the last piece of luggage
left going 'round on the belt
unseen as though camouflaged
yes, that's how she must have felt
there was no smile on the face
of the unknowing traveler
who fleets by like hours and days
he doesn't recognize her
it could have been written on the skies
but there is the answer in your eyes
it's unrequited
plain, unrequited
there's no need to read between the lines
or map out and analyze our signs
it's unrequited
plain, unrequited
in the closet is a dress
which she can't bring herself to wear
with only moth balls to impress
even she forgets it's there
there's that quiet, narrow street
she's passed by so many times
if taking notice were a feat
he wouldn't care less at her rhymes
if there's ever one thing to regret
which part of "no" was so hard to get?
it's unrequited
plain, unrequited
it's either i have to play it dumb
or hope that i suddenly go numb
it's unrequited
duh, unrequited.
but this, too, will disappear
for there's no comfort in loose ends
still i'm left with my one fear
that you would want us to be friends
soon enough the line would blur
an unwanted second chance
almost strangers that we were
helped me be a fool just once
it could have been written on the skies
but there is the answer in your eyes
it's unrequited
plain, unrequited
there's no need to read between the lines
or map out and analyze our signs
it's unrequited
plain, unrequited
there goes another story they would tell
of one more unlucky clown who fell
though it's unrequited
plain, unrequited
unrequited.
09 October 2010
Plain Unrequited
30 lines
i listen to the phone call that doesn't come
in that secret place a tie has come undone
sad like a silent, littered fairground out of town
gone are the tents, the circus, and the clown
you played me like a guitar that's out of tune
still, i hope the sun shines on my street by june
i've seen dust harden on shards of broken glass
beyond repair is a love that never was
fire flickers and casts its magic on my wall
yet there's nothing here to catch and break the fall
i figure it's an atonement for the sins
of the haughty flower and the little prince
as my glass globe of once-upon-a-times
breaks into the cruel joke of pathetic rhymes
a girl i knew once thought that she would die
the day the mailman wouldn't look her in the eye
the dead, cold iron of an empty barstool
may as well be the birth of another fool
romance is a housewife at a garage sale
she brings home the bargain of a sorry tale
of a two-way street we'd never walk in far off lands
i like snow globes only when they're in my hands
dry and fragile as crushed leaves beneath your feet
is a heart on journey that is long and bittersweet
hurting like miles of grass that's trampled on
with the gnawing pain of parting long forgone
empty bottles, melted ice, and one good laugh
i'll pull this off and put my mask on fast enough
you wouldn't know, and i'd forget those cherished times
if only i hadn't written in 30 lines
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