Friday, April 15, 2005

The truth is rarely plain, and never simple

Have you ever loved somebody so much
It makes you cry?
Have you ever needed something so bad
You can't sleep at night?
Have you ever tried to find the words
But they don't come out right?
Have you ever, have you ever?

And so it was a good night. With everything that should have fallen into place, falling into place. Simple equation, isn't it? You plan what you hope for, and then what you hope for takes place. And everyone goes home happy and satisfied.

At least I thought it would be so.

Some people say it's when the two people are alone that the truest of words and the most heartfelt of thoughts are expressed. If this is so, I am torn. Why do I feel Roberta Fleck's ghostly voice on the small of my back?
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song

You ask me why I'm silent. I tell you I honestly don't know what to make of this. And that very simply, is everything that happened tonight. Not that I knew that 4 hours ago.


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