And It Has Come To This

We once thought this was heaven, why are we going through such hell?

For now I find I’m opening myself like wound on skin
And on the cusp of everything at our beck and call
Feeling how deep the well that’s held within
I’m giving everything I’ve got , but is this your all?

And it has come to this, we’ve reach this bittersweet impasse
Too far gone to start over, not far enough to see a path clear
This could be all we’ve wanted, but now it’s so close to being trash
And from that I’m not sure we can recover, I fear
And it has come to this

One night we disturb the neighbors with the sounds of our passion
The next night it’s with the anguish of our fights
We nod like mimes faking life in our own fashion
Seems like we can never find a balance that’s just right

And it has come to this; can we keep our eyes on
The prize of happiness a magical love to bewitch?
We sit here hoping for a sign on this horizon
When the horizon looks as bleak as the execution’s switch
And it has come to this

Sometimes we look upon each other and we both know we can still feel it
But we’ve dealt each other mighty blows – is there enough left to heal it?

Knowing me all too well you exploit all that makes me weak
Knowing you even better, with a precision I play your game
Have we the courage to love the love of which the old folks speak?
The ring is in my hand, but I’m not sure if you still want my name

And it has come to this, you’re facing my white light
Am I here to let you in – or to get you out?
Am I warm, comforting? Or a sudden fright?
I could be your sinner or your savior; what is this about?
And it has come to this

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At dVerse  Mish wants the random song in us to come out.

dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Poetics – The Music in You

 

3 thoughts on “And It Has Come To This

  1. The refrain is haunting………perhaps to be sung in a smoke filled club…and the eyes of those sitting on those curved back wooden chairs would be misty eyed…

  2. Fire and Ice..
    opposites attrAct
    dArk and liGht..
    Storms do
    brew afTer
    pasSioNs
    SonG..
    DanCinG
    moonliGht
    BrinGs Summer
    DreAMs pLace oF
    LoVe.. breaKS iN WAvEs
    shorEs oF LonELy cLouds..
    allone.. rEcoverS.. RainBow
    coMes BaCk morE GloWinG
    ashEs GroW to FiRe aGaiN..:)

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