Some day, when I'm awfully low
When the world is cold
he closes the door to lock each lock twice
to make sure no one will interrupt him tonight
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight
he turns her music up loud so no one will hear the wrong noise
and pulls out a chair
it's old feet grinding into the old wood of this old motel
Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
he checks the chair, making sure it's strong and steady
he admires the wood, then wonders why he cares
after all, it's just a chair
There is nothing for me but to love you
And the way you look tonight
he passes by a mirror
and is startled at the look in his eye
it scares him, and he hopes that later on
no one else will see it and be afraid, too
With each word your tenderness grows
Tearin' my fear apart
he doesn't have much time
before someone calls the cops
so he takes out the silky tie
(she got it for him two months ago
"it goes with your eyes," she had said)
And that laugh..wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart
he wonders if it'll go with his eyes
after all is done and he is dead?
Lovely ... Never, never change
Keep that breathless charm
his heart accelerates and his breathing shakes
he's nervous and excited
there's no time to waste
Won't you please arrange it? 'Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight
he drags the chair across the floor
doesn't wince at the squeaking sound
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose
he steps up on the chair
It touches my foolish heart
and wraps the tie around the fan
tying a noose with his dominant hand
Lovely ... Don't you ever change
he slips it around his neck
and has no thoughts, his mind is black
Keep that breathless charm
he takes a deep breath
but exhales it, hoping this will go quicker
Won't you please arrange it?
he kicks the chair away
and his lungs struggle and whine
he wheezes and the blood rushes to his face
his vision is spotty, but his mind starts to clear
everything he ever wanted, is so close, so near
'Cause I love you--
there's a wrenching noise
a creak, a crack
he smashes to the ground
the fan (and parts of the ceiling)
collapsing on his chest
a-just the way you look tonight
air rushes in his mouth
and tears rush to his eyes
Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
'damn these motels'
he thinks
'damn this all'
this is just another
f a i l u r e
(although not entirely his fault)
Just the way you look tonight
his neck throbs, his voice gone
but he still manages to cry
because he hates himself, he hates this song
and the way he is tonight
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
