Maybe there is something to falling madly into lust
It's you and me and well you and me and maybe that's just
fine
I'm thinking that I could fall madly into bed with you
And we would fuck and talk, or not talk- that works too
Tomorrow we can chat
About your thoughts, your views, your strains
Or maybe you could just tell me
How to find my way back to the trains
From here...
Maybe there is something to falling madly into lust
It's you and me no clothes but you and me and maybe that's just
All we need
If you want to whisper sweet nothings I would hear
The nothing that you whisper softly in my ear
If you want me to say your name, I suppose I could do that
Remind me one more time, Bob? Joe? Shawn? Oh I'm sorry, Matt
See I'm thinking I could fall
Madly into bed with you
And we could talk and fuck
Or just fuck - what ya wanna do?
You and me
Forget what they say
Let's fall madly.
~Asherah
posted @ 4:03 AM
You called me early this morning
Just to say I was in your dream
And things were like they used to be
But things are never what they seem
You say "We used to be so happy"
But we were bruised, bleeding and battered
You believe I can heal your new wounds
As if the ones I inflicted never mattered
And I know you think you love me
Yes I know you think it's true
But babe you don't really know me
And I'm not gonna teach myself to you
You say you're sorry that you hurt me
And you know this time we'd last
It's just the sadness of your present
Eclipsing the anguish of our past
You remember the days together
You have forgotten the nights alone
I can't force you to remember
You won't learn what I've always known
And I know you think you love me
Yes I know you think it's true
But babe you never really knew me
Even when I taught myself to you
~Asherah
posted @ 9:31 AM
Maybe I don't really know
How to give in, let go, and fall
Sometimes it feels a new beginning
Would be the ending of it all
All of my building
My struggling to survive
I have never really lived
Just fought to stay alive
But my excuses are running out
I'm reasoning with reason spread thin
The ending is already over
And I'm still hesitating to begin
You see timing is everything
I guard fiercely time I could spare
To give an afternoon to you
Afraid I might lose in moments I share
Let me talk it out
I have reasons, excuses for it all
But the truth is, or could be
I'm afraid to give in, let go and fall
~Asherah
posted @ 1:41 PM