All Those Insignificant Places

A Poem by robshoy

If I could write music I'd call this a song. But considering I can't, they're just lyrics.

You look so cold standing on that wooden floor
Your feet are naked, your head is sore
You shake your hair like a dog from the rain
And you whisper to me that you’re going insane

You tell me there’s no way anyone
could possibly love you cus you’re so undone
You tell me you’re hopeless, that you’re a lost cause
But you’re just having trouble seeing past your flaws.

I’ve been to London, I’ve been to Paris
I’ve been to Rome and I’ve been to Venice
And none of those places come close in my mind
To the feeling I get when our feelings align.

There’s so many people in this universe
That just strike me as so perverse
That strike me as boring, that strike me as old
But you always are stricken with gold.

And I won’t say I love you, it’s too cliche
And I won’t paint a portrait to put on display.
And if cupid had an arrow, he’d probably miss
So I’ll just finish my thoughts by saying this.

I’ve been to London, I’ve been to Paris
I’ve been to Rome and I’ve been to Venice
And none of those places come close in my mind
To the feeling I get when our feelings align.
No none of those places come close in my mind
To the feeling I get when our feelings align.