Getting Over & Moving Forward

A Story by joe

Am I fine or getting over the pain?

One thing I know is that I need somebody to give me a social night, get past this ever lasting tunnel.

The wrinkles on your eye’s tell a story of years beyond the grasp of my happiness.

Getting lost in your stare I want to to become a part of those memories.

Coming forward isn't as difficult as I thought it would be.

Although a bit to effortless in nature for my taste.

Another thought crosses on by just like the melodies effortlessly playing, there’s nothing that I can endure more than when things come into play so easily.

What do you say when things don’t go your way?

I’ve just started talking; nothing was felt before I came in, the several and thousands of times before, but for some reason as she spoke as soon as I opened my eyes and stared at what had been standing in front of me for months on end never acknowledged...

Watching her lips moving I couldn't hear anything else, see anything else, feel anything else.

The confidence in my eye’s just goes on by...

Remembering her is like playing a track on replay in my head, film of too much bliss for it to speed away in reality but to still a moment in my beating heart.

The joyous endeavors all but a haze now

Alcohol in my blood but baby you are my drug.

For some odd reason it’s as if everything in the world is being seen through the eye’s of a newborn starry eyed.

This life is just fascinating to watch it, feel, and indulge in it’s richness.

All too much for me now to bare; enough no more this ecstasy brings me to a world I feel if left in for too long my sanity would get lost.

Baby just keep me where the light is. Come on please keep me there.

Tell her is she does not seem to like the way things are going then to come find me and let’s talk it out.

Catch someone in a state of mind where everything seems unreal, caught in a world of mystery but not of fear or curiosity.

Just like a star on my mind as I stare up.

See I wonder why I don’t argue like this with anyone but you even when you’re so far away.

You've got a smile in my eye’s but you’ve got a look on your face that makes me second guess why I can’t understand.

Even though... why... we talk like this and don’t argue like this with anyone else.

We do it all the time blowing off my top, make heads explode, turn our heads in circles, yet I still let my guard down to no one but you.

Now I stare up at the sky because there’s something that always brings me back to you and I can feel you till the moment that I’m gone and you hold me without touch.

I’ve never wanted anything so much but to drown in the touch and joy of your arms.

Never letting go even though it may hurt in the end given that I’m fragile and may just be a toy.

You take your reason and sing away from the blues I may not find another you but you will never take my will.

Bang my head goes to the continual melodic sounds of air particles dancing ever so swiftly the baritone voice angelic to the high pitched staccato’s of horns enticing the soul and quelling one’s aggression.

I can’t stop myself I’m on a role but things suddenly seem to end.

The accordion smoothly comes into play the elongation and extension of its coiling and retracting body squeezing ever so tight together with an inconspicuous voice.

The ambiance ever so lightly becoming altered raised tone judgement of it’s determination becoming a hammer and smacking the tissue of one’s arms contracting becoming stronger and elongating with a release of tension.

Volume seeming endless.

Years passing by too swift against my deterring will.

Come and find me on a Sunday.

Share some cover and hide with beneath the big old apple tree we grew up with.

Tell me quick I know that someday it will lead me back to you after all this silliness has passed by like tomorrow.

I can trace your out line with my hands, delicate feature I can get lost in, my darling in darkness you are all I see and all I need.

Driving slow to the same old back town where I used to live.

Speeding at a moment of nervousness and excitement holding onto the steering wheel with hopes, baby, that I may see you under that old apple tree we grew up underneath.

Sunday evening and it’s still burning come and find some refuge with me share some cover and lay with me.

So come on baby and let’s make a getaway and change this tune we call life.