dvarim/things

time to become a maker of things.

I am still here
Did not run in panic
Did not flee in fear

Sometimes someone cares
Someone needs you
Someone shares

boston weekend - for J

I felt the warmth of your skin
The deep dark of your eyes right in front of mine
When you said there was him
And made that moment seem like it was a sin.

This one question:
Why shouldn’t it be me?
Yes he’s a good guy,
But so am I.
Give me chance let me try
I’ll make you laugh
Make your eyes sparkle
And won’t make you cry.

Why does it have to be me.
Why aren’t you free?
All these warm feelings conflicted
And in the end just misery.

Blue jeans, black top and flat shoes.
No skimpy dress, not trying to impress
But yes, you blew me away.
Both feed on the ground.
It was you who my searching eyes found.

I kissed that other girl.
Because I could.
And wish I would be able to tell her
I am sorry because I should
Have listened to my heart
And not messed up right from the start.

So if you listen, let it be.
Been tormenting myself
Some things should not
And some things will never be.

pelham, ma mar 2010