Stilted Confusion

You can't just talk sweet words--

Flickering sweet flames that flare

In the darkness of our nights, sporadically

Instead of measured periodically

Where one can be sure,

One isn't left to be allowed confusion.

You have to make things happen

If you want wishes to come to fruition.

If you want happiness to come

Like bright rays shining over the hills,

Their grace grazing over your rooftop.

Looking for Something Left

Once there was a love

That was never spoken of.

Lasted for years—

Until the man broke my heart.

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And now there’s a gaping hole

Spreading in my chest,

When I look in your eyes

I’m looking for something left.

A trace of the man I knew

A trickle of the warmth

Before coldness said hello.

What happened to you?

You used to be so kind.

I knew when something was the matter,

I understood what I could, but why?

Chorus

I’m looking for something left,

When I look in your eyes—

Please, stop saying goodbye.