Thursday, November 02, 2006

Taboo

Innocently you have stirred up my soul
I guess that can happen easily when one you try to console
Allowing my thoughts to guide me has pressed me to you in the dark
so I look at the date on my feelings and it appears they were postmarked
I wonder if we see the same thing
Perhaps you it leaves aching
My indulgence remains in my heart
in that way it keeps us apart
I can't conceive telling you
because I can't conceive losing you
But pray tell, will you love me if I alert you
or will you keep lifting me up when your calls pursue?
You are my own hidden taboo
May my heart always reserve a room for you