Archive for February, 1990

Time for goodbye
Once again
Another page turns
Another door closes
It is jut a cliche’
Good-byes, Regrets
Painful
All just a cop out
Tearful, Childish, Selfish
Just another goodbye

Once in a lifetime
how many times is that
each time is different
if only for the place
and
time
Once in a lifetime
One love
One commitment
One relationship
Three different people
Once in a lifetime
One divorce
One death
One regret
Once in a lifetime
what does it really mean?

When is it really love?
Are the questions ever answered?
Is the world suddenly clearer?
When is it ever enough?
Is it love to want to
protect and hold
to ease the pain and
right the wrong?
Is love sacrifice?
Do you give until
you have nothing left
in hopes that
someone will come
along and fill you up?
What about the physical parts?
Does love make sex better
is love the closeness you feel
before, during after?
Where does caring fit in?
You can’t love a person
without caring
but can you care
without loving?
Inside, all these questions
tumble and turn
I am so confused
I ache for your presence
but what does it
all really mean?
Do I love you
Do I care for you
Do I ever really find the answers?
I need you
I don’t feel complete without you
but when does need become
suffocation
When is it all too much
and
when is it never enough?

Who is the right one?
When is the right time?
What is romance
How does it fit in?
Do you go out looking
or does it come to you?
It’s all like a maze
Twisting and turning
confusing.
Just when you think
you’re on the right track
you find you’re at a
dead-end.
So, once more
your start again
over and over again
No matter how you turn
or how much you
think you know where
you are headed
You wind right back
at the same dead-end.

Where are you
when you lay beside me
who is it you are holding
when you reach for me
when you look at me
what color are my eyes
whose voice do you hear
when you speak to me
Your body is next to mine
but you are gone somewhere
so far away to some remote place
you don’t share with me
do you remember my name
or do you just avoid it
so that you don’t make a mistake
Is it my hands you feel
my mouth
my body
Who is it you pretend I am
someone particular
or anyone but me?