Midnight In Paris.

Paris
The banks of the Siene at midnight
Our heels clacking on cobblestones
Lips melting over lapping silent waters
An inky sky wavering above us
Rolling silken like the shining sheets
Of the bed we fucked in that very morning
As we woke to wafts of fresh coffee
and hot breads rising in the new day's air

Paris
Our feet wandered you aimlessly
In its days of heat and cooling nights
You were there with me, squeezing my hand in yours
Ah, but now my love, you fucking ruin Paris,
A poison of interjection in every frame of my minds film
Je t'aime pour toujours et toujours
But when, when will you leave me
So at last so this city can be mine?

Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's not.

I never liked anyone as much as you.
I'll never like anyone this much again.
And it's over.
And this sucks.

Some Other Time.

Where has the time all gone to
Haven't done half the things we want to
Oh well, We'll catch up some other time

This day was just a token
Too many words are still unspoken
Oh Well, we'll catch up some other time

Just when the fun is starting
comes the time for parting
let's just be glad for what we had
And what's to come

There's some much more embracing
Still to be done but time is racing
Oh Well, we'll catch up some other time.

~ sung by David Fisher (Michael C Hall),
Six Feet Under Season 3 Episode 1.

Afraid.

A heart
blushing with warmth,
Is now numb.
Locked away,
buried deep from light.At peace with disconnect,
Shutdown, calmness.
Empty 
with nothing to give.
I'm drained, spent and parched.
"You changed me": now, I'm afraid. 
Too afraid to open again.

Scars.

Titles and phrases,
Notes played,
Words sung,
reminders of a broken heart.