Love is an Aphrodisiac
Melody Moreno-Vazquez 1960 (Ashland)
Love is an Aphrodisiac.
But your ego is painted black.
They say you can never go back.
You lost your way in the mists of dispair.
You called out my name....but it was I was not there.
You lost your way in the pictures of the college.
You thought you found me, but it was just a mirage.
You thought you had nothing better to do.
You felt nothing, but yet it is, you loose.
I thought that someday you would be a star.
But you have forgotten who it is you really are.
You stole with boldness all those things beautiful...
When I see you...it is just pitiful.
We have hidden in the shadows of our lies.
We look everywhere, but there is nowhere to hide.
We kneel in the ruins of our souls.
You used to be so warm....
Now you are so cold.
All the pictures of your dreams....
All of the purples and the greens...
They have now turned to black.
You can never get the past back.
And now you are faced with who you really are.
You can live another life...
But it won't be today...you have gone to far.
We all think all the time...
We all have to learn to die...
Leaving behind diamond tears...
Held by the ghosts of all our fears.
We have all of life's questions....
For we have learned to ask why.
You took advantage -you flew to high....to hold me in your arms.
We are past amulets, spells and charms.
For does it get lonely up there?
It is rarefied air...but you just don't share.
When you call out my name now...
It is, I will not answer.
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Submitted by b4melodyonline on May 17, 2021
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