#songshare – Sai che

Sai che – Marco Mengoni

Do you know that

Do you know that
I’ve come back to see again
The place where we went together
Where it rained while the sun was shining
 
But no
There wasn’t that sensation anymore
Of serene joy
Do you remember how it was
When everything used to shine
And I wanted you, you wanted me
 
We were truly happy with few
Neither how, nor the place were important
Without playing it big
And swearing eternity
But in a way or another
Hoping while it happens
 
Do you know that
I’ve searched a way to forget
But against it, is me liking you
This is even bigger than me
 
And there is no
No reason for not getting back together
That seems stronger than every time
For every time
I wanted you, you wanted me
 
We were truly happy with few
Neither how, nor the place were important
Without playing it big
And swearing eternity
But in a way or another
Hoping while it happens
 
Have done it all, in order to not stay at the door
And to finish up being alone with that few that’s left
Take shelter in a place far away from the world
Where even a second feels like infinity
 
The love that’s left
And the time that goes by
 
And believe me, you know that I searched a way to forget
Forget of still liking you
But there are no rules that one can go after in order to let it flow
I just can’t help it
 
We were truly happy with few
Neither how, nor the place were important
Without playing it big
And swearing eternity
But in a way or another
Hoping while it happens
 
It’s the love that is left
When the time doesn’t go by
And you stay at the door
With the love that is left

 

To The Perfectionist

I am worthy.
I am valuable.
I am protected.
I am safe.

I failed in order to succeed.
I made mistakes so I know right from wrong.
I was rejected because we all have freedom of choice.

I don’t think I can ever be perfect.
I am created in the image of God.
God is perfect.
In God, I am perfect.

Something Gotta Give

Middle aged belly fat
fills me with confusion
and contradiction

I take simple joy in
how my mug of coffee
rests on the roll of firm jelly
while
grieving over
my youthful shapely body
no more

I guess
you can always
learn to live with
the compromise
between comfort
and sex appeal

The Simple Minded

our extraordinary relationship
lies in our ordinary life
the most mundane tasks
in everyday life
are the source of our happiness
the surrounding
and simple things matter
we see the blessings of
the sun, the moon, the stars
the grocery shopping, the cooking, the bathing
live each day as our last
and cherish each other like our first kiss

You Posed Nude for Me

The window blinds swayed gently in the morning sun
just enough flutter and light to stir you from sleep
I glanced over to you, a honey brown eyed cheetah
stretched idly over the plain silk sheet
I quietly grabbed my sketch pad and charcoals
transformed your sinewy body in ardent strokes
Each dense defined muscles
every elegant elongated curvature
lucidly presented before my satisfied eyes
I blew a butterfly kiss
and you rose and came alive





Once Was

they said
he once was a musician
he played his guitar
and wrote songs
love songs to be precise

I saw him roam around the park
smoke cigarettes
stare at the sky and hum
in faded ripped jeans
bare feet
knotted mousy hair

he was polite and kept to himself
never asked for money or food
I wondered what happened to him
one day
I finally went up to ask him

he told me
he once was a musician
played his guitar
and wrote songs
soggy love songs to be precise
nowadays
he still loved music
and creating songs
sad love songs to be precise
he just couldn’t make sounds again
with broken heart strings

Rest

house chores can wait
cooking can wait too
let’s all curl up in bed
on such a rainy day
put on jazz
or a piano concerto
let the world fade away
snooze till daybreak

Outing

The Six Sentence Story prompt – Foundation

I caught the happy train today.
The world outside the window
was a kaleidoscope.
I couldn’t help
but clapping and flapping my hands
at the ever changing beauty
before my hungry eyes.

I am dreading to return to my padded cell.
I can never understand why they call it a calm room.
Why is sanity built on the foundation of deceit?