all run'd out

The wine is gone so now what?
One can only listen to a song so much,
whilst drinking so many ciggarettes.
So the wine is gone, now what?
Sit, listen to the song again.

Watch that video again, feel the fullness of it but the emptiness of the room around you.
The house is warm but this room is cold.
The window is open, I'm reading, watching, listening...to things against the rules of humanity, the landlord, the rules of your soul. 

I'm in my house, but smoking in a room I shouldn't be.
The holiday lights are on across the street and across the yard.
My heart's light is still on around a Christmas tree somewhere I fled years ago.

I close my eyes to listen better, open them and relight my ciggarette I'll be done smoking when I turn 30.
Gripping a heart of rose quartz, as if death and life of love depends on it.
"I don't have many and I don't have much, I know those eyes and I know that touch"
I'll know it again, my heart on fire. He sings.

589.1 miles from you to me. Almost 600 miles and I still feel you.
Now what? The wine is gone, so on to coffee and Bailey's. Kill the buzz to fix it with another.
Oh Darlin, my heart's on fire. Still.
On to another tune. "Parachutes above  you, and life boats below, a heart that loves you, but I think you know, yeah I think you know."
Yeah I think you know....

There’s lights on in a window,
And a sign post in the snow,
There’s a golden coin beneath your pillow.

There’s parachutes above you,
And life boats below,
And a heart that loves you,
Yeah I think you know.

There’s treasure maps well hidden,
And diamonds in the dirt,
There’s a golden thread weaved in to your shirt.

There’s a kiss for every tear,
That rolls down your cheek,
And words I shouldn’t hear and words you shouldn’t speak.

So tell me one more lie my dear,
Whisper softly so nobody hears,
Keep me hanging on for another year,
Oh tell me one more lie my dear.

Well theres whisky and blankets,
And a bonfire when your cold,
I’ll hold a golden breathe till I’m silver and old.

With only hope to keep alive,
And only time to kill,
There’s a fool that loved you and he loves you still.

So tell me one more lie my dear,
Whisper softly so nobody hears,
Keep me hanging on for another year,
Oh tell me one more lie my dear.

Spin me one more tale sweet heart,
Weave golden needle and thread through my heart,
Whisper all the things you know I long to hear,
Oh tell me one more lie my dear. 

 

-me, minus the skinny jeans, and penis.

=Rikki, artiste by accident. Namaste.