hymn to her
Autor: Marcelo Rossini | Publicado: 2012-04-12T12:17:00-07:00

two boys sit dumbstruck by the steps of the old church,two hearts hopelessly tryin to make it out alive, pushin andstroking their way into the other side, screamin andbleedin violently as the night passes them by, nothing newand nothing grew except when my eyes saw thosetwo beautiful deep green seas in hers, and all thosefeelings before raced out of my fuckin mind, my fuckindramas were all left the fuck behind, except for thatfear of openin my mouth and hear whatever soundcame out of it, rushin through my emotions and loudmotions heard all across my bones as i tried to makemy way, she said “boy can you pass me the drink”,and without a sound I had to comply, the glass of whicheverdisgutin drink i was having was suddenly long gone frommy old bones as i stared blankly into the chuch and so irealize that long months have passed me by withouta fuckin trace as i saw you driftin out of my sight,you asked if we could be polite, educated and nice,but as always i could only be a fuckin animal, scare as a mice,rattled and bothered by the weight of my own soul,lost and puzzled by my lack of depth, then it was my old songfeelin fresh as new, and i saw then and said “fuck everything,i just love you”, and you said “i love you too” as you heldmy pregnant ugly head from fallin apart in thoseeternal moments i had to face every night, but those demons never sleep,always breathin deeply and soundly, annoyingly ever present in mydreams when i should be just dreamin of you but insteadmore often than not get me wondering if you’re dreamin too,feels like light-years behind and all those heavy days touchthe side of my face where you used to kiss and now my fingersget their fuckin kicks out of pointin at my flaws, but love knows no lawsand nothing should be unbreakable in this scary world,nothing is new and yet i feel so old approachin it, losin myselfin wonder from our glory days, those days when i wanted the whiteof snow in a dress, but right now there’s no tan line in your index finger,no marks of me in your body linger, that’s only fair givenmy state of mind when i had to catch that plane and i feared to dieand now i can only fear not livin with you.
two boys sat ever dumbstruck by the steps of the same church,for all those years left behind catchin dust in the corner of my mind,as my childhood flails its way into the abyss of my heart,for all those tears fallin like rain in yet another sunny day,don’t wait up, anywhere i lay my head i won’t call home,for all those times shimmerin in the dark as my eyes adjust,there was nothing there for me just my own old Jesus,for all those paths i crossed with my head hangin high,how low could i get before i got myself to stop that,for all those bats in the attic of my past,and just how many more songs can i copy before i die,for all those laughable caves i created as waterfalls,bombs fallin hard and hard in my burnin bed,for all those avalanches in those seconds before i sleep,and this comin from who never saw the snow,for all those restless nights wondering who could catch your ear,printin my everlastin paranoia in shadows in the woods,for all those minutes i spent lovin you and i don’t regret any of them,no matter how much the world might hurt us, we won’t break,for all those speeches about never surrenderin, i hope they’re true,because i’ll never give you up, i hope you do that do,for all those plans we have i wish you keep them close to your heart,my dear, nothing could ever tear us apart, believe in me as i believe in you.