words by j4dyd: I am used to love in a different way

“Heaven is up there”. Where?

Is it in the stars where no one can see?

Is it on Mars inside a secret city?

Is it in the midst of a treaty signed

by God and to yourself? For confess

your sins, no one will hear.

I have come to this city so no one has to

bear the burden of truth that is you and me.

We are not assimilated into negativity and

here on these clouds lies the answer.

I am used to love in a different way.

I am used to an obsessive love,

A 24 hour love,

A quiet don’t really have to say anything love,

A don’t have to drive just stay here love,

A love that was born inside a red rose,

A love that was created from a piece of ancient prose,

A love that says here I am for you to abuse and after you have abused me,

I will still be standing here waiting to give you a second chance,

even though you have already had a hundred of those.

A love that wakes me up like coffee,

A love that smiles at me like toffee,

A love that cries with me till the dawn turns blue

and a love that wipes all the tears I can’t shed.

We are bred in a different way you and I.

I am not important to me. I don’t even exist.

Can you see my soul? Can you see the sparkle in my blind eyes?

Can you see the night as it folds around us like a blanket?

and can you see the heights of the ones who have come and gone before us?

I wonder. I fly high and I wonder the meaning of all this.

I am out here lost and you; you just lay there

and adhere to your 10 o clock curfew.

Oh yes you have work tomorrow.

Just go to sleep

I hope you wake up more beautiful than the first day I saw you.

words by j4dyd