yoUr bLiSS
Bluelighter
you tug at strings on my heart
i never knew existed
it's strange
unfamilar
and somewhat unnerving
i try to ignore it
forget about it
pass it off as nothing
but as soon as i quit trying
you creep back into my thoughts
much like the way you crept into my heart
tugging at those secret strings
i could talk to you for hours
in that same position
that position which is becoming all too familiar
your head resting on my shoulder
your hair falling clumsily in your eyes
you seem to find everything i say
clever
fascinating
funny
your the only one who truly gets me
you love my goofiness
and somewhat strange sense of humor
what usually flies over most peoples heads
you grasp in mid air
and throw right back at me
i asked you where you came from
you said you had always been there
with the rest of the "kids"
the shy, quiet boy in the corner
strange how i never noticed
you bring up places i've been
things i've said
things i've done
i never even knew you were there
too caught up in my own obsessions
i suppose...
i remember that first after party
you offered to take me home
but we had to pick up norm first
norm was at your place
i was irritated
i just wanted my bed
while sitting on your couch pouting
i noticed a familar face on the wall
robert smith
"who likes the cure?"
i frantically asked
you looked at me sheepishly
took of your jacket
and underneath was an old cure concert tee
you had been wearing it all night
but i had not noticed
like a little boy on christmas morning
your eyes lit up
and your pale worn out face
from no sleep
and too many drugs
instantly brighted
glowing radiantly with anticipation
"come here!"
you said
pulling me off the couch
you took me to your room
and proudly showed me your posters
(old, old original concert posters)
you then handed me some pictures
real photographs of the band
(1991 wish tour backstage)
you said i could have some
i refused
i could tell these were your prized possesions
but you insisted
we shared a similar passion
and it would make you happy
to make me happy
you said
that was a month ago
last week i left a cd at your house
(another wild after party)
you promised to bring it friday
and you had a few little surprises for me
but you had to leave early
and you left it in the car
i could see the disappointment in your eyes
"it's ok...just bring it next week"
yet somehow you found a way back in
you seemed a bit hesitant
almost embarrassed
like a nervous little boy
you handed me a bag
hugged me and scampered out of the club
i waited until i got home to look
the bag was filled with little treasures
treasures only i would appreciate
a rare cd (entreat)
an old concert pin
even a rare comic book
but the biggest treasure of all
was the one you made yourself
a burned cd of some rare mixes
you knew i never heard
followed by some of your personal favorites
no one has ever done something like that for me...
unknowingly
and quite by accident
you have touched me deeply
through music
through passion
our bond is strong
and supercedes such shallow feelings
such as lust
jealousy
or wanting
i am perfectly content
with your head on my shoulder
tucking your soft ever-falling bangs
back behind your ears
so i can see those adoring
little boy eyes
staring up at me
it is only at these times
with you
that i truly feel beautiful....
i never knew existed
it's strange
unfamilar
and somewhat unnerving
i try to ignore it
forget about it
pass it off as nothing
but as soon as i quit trying
you creep back into my thoughts
much like the way you crept into my heart
tugging at those secret strings
i could talk to you for hours
in that same position
that position which is becoming all too familiar
your head resting on my shoulder
your hair falling clumsily in your eyes
you seem to find everything i say
clever
fascinating
funny
your the only one who truly gets me
you love my goofiness
and somewhat strange sense of humor
what usually flies over most peoples heads
you grasp in mid air
and throw right back at me
i asked you where you came from
you said you had always been there
with the rest of the "kids"
the shy, quiet boy in the corner
strange how i never noticed
you bring up places i've been
things i've said
things i've done
i never even knew you were there
too caught up in my own obsessions
i suppose...
i remember that first after party
you offered to take me home
but we had to pick up norm first
norm was at your place
i was irritated
i just wanted my bed
while sitting on your couch pouting
i noticed a familar face on the wall
robert smith
"who likes the cure?"
i frantically asked
you looked at me sheepishly
took of your jacket
and underneath was an old cure concert tee
you had been wearing it all night
but i had not noticed
like a little boy on christmas morning
your eyes lit up
and your pale worn out face
from no sleep
and too many drugs
instantly brighted
glowing radiantly with anticipation
"come here!"
you said
pulling me off the couch
you took me to your room
and proudly showed me your posters
(old, old original concert posters)
you then handed me some pictures
real photographs of the band
(1991 wish tour backstage)
you said i could have some
i refused
i could tell these were your prized possesions
but you insisted
we shared a similar passion
and it would make you happy
to make me happy
you said
that was a month ago
last week i left a cd at your house
(another wild after party)
you promised to bring it friday
and you had a few little surprises for me
but you had to leave early
and you left it in the car
i could see the disappointment in your eyes
"it's ok...just bring it next week"
yet somehow you found a way back in
you seemed a bit hesitant
almost embarrassed
like a nervous little boy
you handed me a bag
hugged me and scampered out of the club
i waited until i got home to look
the bag was filled with little treasures
treasures only i would appreciate
a rare cd (entreat)
an old concert pin
even a rare comic book
but the biggest treasure of all
was the one you made yourself
a burned cd of some rare mixes
you knew i never heard
followed by some of your personal favorites
no one has ever done something like that for me...
unknowingly
and quite by accident
you have touched me deeply
through music
through passion
our bond is strong
and supercedes such shallow feelings
such as lust
jealousy
or wanting
i am perfectly content
with your head on my shoulder
tucking your soft ever-falling bangs
back behind your ears
so i can see those adoring
little boy eyes
staring up at me
it is only at these times
with you
that i truly feel beautiful....
