Cabin Fever

I want to write a song from me to you

7-26-04

I want to write a timeless classic
that devours ears and hearts
and dedicate it to you
like I always used to do. Something
that children fall in love to
and grow up and pass on
to their kids and their kids after,
as if the things I write truly matter.
I want a voice and a feeling
and I had to be hurt but I want to be heard.
All the melodies in my head right now
manage to blend together
          but I want to honor you somehow.

I want to say the things I feel
and let you know that they're so real
but will you see it? Even believe it?
That's the chance I take
when I grab my pen, begin to emote
and stumble and go for broke.
When I call you or if I see you,
you're always on my mind; you know I need you.
Where do we go from here?
I want you so much, want your touch;
you know I could never get enough.
This is so cheesy, so unbreezy...
Where does my head leave me?
          Where does my heart lead me?

I want to write a timeless classic;
a love song about me and you
and all the lonely miles and all of the trials
and tribulations without denials.
The way our hearts met and were kept
and we wept and we meant
so much for so long
          and it was so strong;
how did we not get along?

I don't know how to write a song today.
I don't have all the words to say.
You have to trust me, completely.
Honestly and directly.
We mean better than this,
but we'll never know-
          no we'll never know-
until we ever really begin.




*This may be the worst song I've ever written. No disrespect to the heart of the body of the essence of it- all apologies for the atrocity. Cherish the intent. My love.