You've been there,
The place they call 'love'.
By any chance don't fall right there
Because of him.
Don't let your eyes follow his back,
Or let your heart chase his thoughts.
Inside that very dark room
That smelled of flowers and tea;
Where only whispers and wordless
Hums and sighs are all the sounds
That seemed to matter;
The lights will turn on
And you'll wake up on your bed
With sudden regret; the sheets, damp
Where his scent has stained them
From dreams, from memories
And all else beautiful that stays in Love.
I've been there,
The place they call 'love' !
But I preffered to stay,
Inside this dark room,
That smelled of flowers and tea;
Where only whispers,
And the wordless hums and sighs..
Were all the sounds that mattered;
Until the lights went on.
I wake up on my bed,
Alone, again; the sheets, damp.
Tears stained;
From dreams, from memories
Of when I was trapped inside.
But now that I'm out of love, I wish
To find my way back again,
Not to find somebody else
And have, this time, a reason to stay;
I just want to find what's left of my soul,
What was left behind, near-forgotten.
At the corner where he stood, waiting
Patiently, to say goodbye.
Maybe he left my heart there, as well
Maybe someone's been looking
To return what's been lost and broken.
