You're the only man that
touched that deep well inside
of me...
You're the only man that
touched my soul....
never flesh to flesh
but, heart to heart
you've got me singing the raspy
ragged, jagged blues.....
Tell me how can I ever
love again...
When all I've dreamt
of... is gone .....gone
I’m feeling the thorns
I’m feeling the thorns
This is my story, my song
my man is gone gone gone
you've got me singing the raspy
ragged, jagged blues.....
You're movin' on and I'm left behind
this lady is feeling blue...lost without you
maybe, someday you'll think of me and smile
I guess all dreams come to an end
...and some only last for a while…..
But….
this lady doesn't believe in dreams anymore
No, no, no ….dreams are for fools…
it's just some sort of suspended reality
you wake up realizing nothing was real...
I’m feeling the thorns
I’m feeling the thorns
This is my story, my song
My man is gone gone gone
You've got me singing the raspy
ragged, jagged blues
a piece of me died today....
a piece of me died today
died, died, died…today
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I've been through something like what you describe. Sometimes pieces of us die so something new can be born :-)
ReplyDeleteThis poem needs to be put to music and performed in a plaintive jazzy slow style. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts with you and finding your lost pieces. (I saw the original ending of this post.)
ReplyDelete"I'm feeling the thorns...." Yes, this is the song of lost love, and it can only be sung as blues. Sigh. So beautiful, True.
ReplyDeleteWell done. I heard you.
ReplyDeleteOh nice luv the repeatition. It will go well put to music
ReplyDeleteMuch💜love
This is a wonderful song....the repetition....the words. I truly wish there was a jazz group that could create the music and a Billie Holiday type to sing it, standing at the mic dressed in blue and the lights low.
ReplyDelete"dreams are for fools…
it's just some sort of suspended reality
you wake up realizing nothing was real..."
The entire write is powerful....the above words really, for me, show the depth of despair here.
If this is autobiographical, I hope you know you are loved by many. I'm certain of it.
Hi Truedessa - with thoughts ... as things work their way through for you ... all the best - Hilary
ReplyDeleteDo I need to be worried, True?
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