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Its quiet again Its always quiet when you aren't around. It seems that when I get the chance to be with you I have a crowd. and I'm only interested in talking to you, but the others make their way in and get in my way Its quiet again and I wish you were here when i'm all alone and the house is empty, blessedly empty I feel really empty you nourish my soul and i've eaten it all all that you gave me to fill me up. Its quiet again I want to share it with you hear your breathing hear your heartbeat hear the rustle of your clothing hear your quiet whispers have you sleep on my shoulder as I kiss your hair, and kiss your head touching your lips with my finger like a caressing a doll brushing every detail with my reflecting eyes. Its quiet again and I can hear the crackle of fire in my eyes. Smoldering all I hear is your voice phantom echos from some place in my mind dedicated soley to remembering you in every detail every sound you make, every laugh every sigh every stretch every breath every cry every word... Its quiet again and i want you here to hold. If wishes were birds, the sun would never be seen again only the thundrous flapping of winged memories, and feathery wishes its quiet again © 2005, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |