weather report

we had both been here before
dancing around the idea
like native tribes did fire

we must have wanted it to rain
just to see if we could weather the storm
so we

both boarded up our hearts
stored enough supplies
just to get by
and listened for the fall out

in here we were safe

we had both decided
it is better to
never love again
than to have our hearts broken into pieces
so we stayed away from windows

kept the doors to our soul shut tight
and pulled the curtains as far as they could go
we tempered our laughter

because smiles always led to joy
and joy led to love
and love led to
tears

that seemed constant

at least that was our constant

and neither of us wanted to cry again
so we

refused to tempt fate
wouldnt allow each other to fall past right now
i became her right now
she became my excuse to never love

we stood defiant
to the idea of relationship
because together
we thought we had what we needed

until

she needed more and our

friendship was no longer beneficial

she wanted
to dance in the rain
but i was still to afraid to get wet

i still
carried too many brokenhearted pieces to hold open an umbrella

i still danced
around the idea of forever
but could give her more than right now

she kept looking past right now
said that our forecast called for sunshine
but i told her that meteorologist were just carnival game merchants
who lied for the sake of ticket sales

but we had been here
before
her ready to love
and me
afraid of the idea

and
praying for more rain

(paulwroteit/copyright2013)