Flawed Beginnings

the first time was like a life time
and i knew i didnt want you to leave
the second time wasnt the right time time
and i knew that you couldnt stay


she
said we would be
that type of situation that didnt need labels
i would be me
she would be she
and we would be
two people bound only by touch
it wasnt supposed to mean so much
it wasnt supposed to go so far
this
wasnt supposed to happen


she
said we would be
free from the constraints of heartaches and lies
free from all ties
free from those things that make situations turn stale
we would be free
to explore that which made perfect us
we were free to live life
free to just lust


she said she
wasnt the type
to fall in love with someone so flawed
she knew all of my flaws
and she said
we
would never be

more than just two people
bound by sexual tension
but
she
also failed to mention
that in the midst of us
flying free
one day
we
may just

fall


and our whole situation was trapped in two nights
bound by two ideas
captured by two thoughts


the first time was lust
with no strings
no heartache
the second time was trust
with ties
and heart break


the first time was sex
with no commitment
no rules
the second time was love
and we were destined to lose


we took reckless abandon
and tried to change it into a lifetime of substance
with us
there was no substance
we went from fucking for the sake of fucking
to spending time
to falling in love
to childish arguments about not calling back
damn
i just want my friend back

i just want to start over
and fall in love from hello
i want us
to be us
with no pretence
no lies
no rules
no boundaries
no plan
and no flawed beginnings

(quiet DA artist/copyright 2009)

for you with love...(part II)

she read his words and wondered if she was still his muse
she saw
side line comments left
leaving her to ponder if his heart still sang the letters in her name
she
read his words
and it took her back to moments when they met
conversations that led to lives touched
that led to minds changed
that led to love
she read his words and in each phrase
she
saw his soul
she knew what was real
she could tell what ran from his heart
and not just his pen
she read his words
and between each pause she closed her eyes and felt his hand around her heart
holding on to every beat
she
read his words
and even though life had taken them to different places
stood them in different corners
talked to them in different tones
held them in different ways
she
knew his words
they were warm
when she was cold
they were stable
when she felt weak
they were safe
when she felt alone
she
read his words and knew
this was for her

(quiet da artist/copyright 2009)