Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
another year is coming to an end.
the celebration of me is soon approaching
with furious speed and direct intent.
I'm leaving an old life.
One that started with beautiful ambition,
fuelled by my favorite music,
but by the end,
it has become nothing but negative vibes,
along with a soundtrack that has slowly gotten repetitive and monotonous.
Friends came and went.
Some became bitter rivals,
others got lost in the vasoline.
Some still remain, but most are lost for good.
This is what brings me here.
230 in the am,
a couple of weeks before my next birthday
and all I can think about is my wish.
What do I want? Nothing more than you.
One last time to feel your smile against my soul.
Another first kiss.
One last goodbye
to replace all those memories
that have slightly faded.
And all the memories of the pubs
And the clubs and the drugs and the tubs
We shared together
Will stay with me forever
And even though they will stay with me forever,
I still want to feel you slip your hand into mine.
Your legs, slipping up against my body,
your smell slowly seeping back into me
and reminding what exactly turned me on about you.
Not your beautiful body,
ripe with passion and lust.
Not your full grown sexuality,
that fogged my glasses,
and enveloped my desire.
the little things.
the conversations.
the proclaimation of happiness.
the slight touch of your caress,
which to me, reminds me of a time when someone loved me.
I need your love,
one last time.
I need you,
even just for a moment.
before I'm taken away
forever.
the celebration of me is soon approaching
with furious speed and direct intent.
I'm leaving an old life.
One that started with beautiful ambition,
fuelled by my favorite music,
but by the end,
it has become nothing but negative vibes,
along with a soundtrack that has slowly gotten repetitive and monotonous.
Friends came and went.
Some became bitter rivals,
others got lost in the vasoline.
Some still remain, but most are lost for good.
This is what brings me here.
230 in the am,
a couple of weeks before my next birthday
and all I can think about is my wish.
What do I want? Nothing more than you.
One last time to feel your smile against my soul.
Another first kiss.
One last goodbye
to replace all those memories
that have slightly faded.
And all the memories of the pubs
And the clubs and the drugs and the tubs
We shared together
Will stay with me forever
And even though they will stay with me forever,
I still want to feel you slip your hand into mine.
Your legs, slipping up against my body,
your smell slowly seeping back into me
and reminding what exactly turned me on about you.
Not your beautiful body,
ripe with passion and lust.
Not your full grown sexuality,
that fogged my glasses,
and enveloped my desire.
the little things.
the conversations.
the proclaimation of happiness.
the slight touch of your caress,
which to me, reminds me of a time when someone loved me.
I need your love,
one last time.
I need you,
even just for a moment.
before I'm taken away
forever.
