BEFORE YOU CHOOSE
Do you remember, just the other day,
little butterfly that tickled your nose
that light, tingling feeling he had caused ?
Yesterday`s breeze under your shirt
and that red flower which looked like it flirts ?
Sweet smell in the street you thought you knew,
a familiar sight all coloured in blue ?
Distant song-and you know the rhyme,
suddenly you stop-someone must have given you a sign ?
Strange desire to look upon the moon
thinking about the wish knowing that stars will come out soon ?
No, you didn`t eat but a lump was in your throat
momentary dizziness-you felt like on a paper boat ?
Finding yourself listening to the clock,
did you just hear someone knock ?
That grey pigeon of yours tried to say a word
and you didn`t even think" what a silly bird" ?
A dog and a cat both clumped beneath your feet
you almost told your mother how it was sweet ?
You hugged your pillow all night long,
you almost broke a glass-you grabbed it so strong ?
And when you saw your sister sitting in the dark
in one short flashback you saw a bench there in the park ?
You`ve been eating oranges third day in the row
and why you whistle while you work, you still don`t know.
How come the church is so sacred now
and when you stepped on the dancefloor, for a moment, you don`t know how,
you felt her taking your hand ?
Isn`t it true that in your mind images still stand ?
In each single moment, every image is a part of "she"
and you still wonder what made you flee.
You cours but love the fact that infact
she used to tickle your nose
and that thingling feeling she used to cause.
Her hands often got under your shirt
and indeed she was the one who liked to flirt.
Her sweet smell you always knew
and she liked the sky so much that she always wore blue.
She kept singing and she taught you the rhyme;
when she wanted you to kiss her she chlenched your hand-it was the sign.
You often looked together up to the silver moon
watching the stars, wishing the night not to end soon.
When she stroked your face there was a lump in your throat,
her kiss made you feel like floating on a paper boat.
How many times you waited for her, constantly watching the clock
and you asked yourself: " when will she finally knock? ".
It wasn`t so rarely that you tried to say the right word
ad when it came out wrong she didn`t mind that you blurt.
Yeah you steadily fought like a dog and a cat
yet, there was no doubt, she was your favourite pet.
You used to hug her all night long
and when you were afraid you grabbed her so strong.
There were many nights you spent together in the dark
sitting on an old wooden bench there in the park.
To whistle while working-that was her habit
and all those oranges she used to eat.
For her everything was sacred like in church,
that peace she had inside her you still search.
Every morning after you left the sun still shined
and you thought: another like her-it will be easy to find.
The music was still inside you and you played more than ever
it seemed like this high feeling would last forever.
Summer, friends and party-everything was fun
And when she crossed your mind you thought: what was done, was done.
But as the time passed by the tunes were not the same
and like it was a conspiracy everyone kept saying her name.
One girl you intended to kiss
but when you finally didn`t you felt a great bliss.
You thought you loved one other girl`s smile
but all of that just went by.
So the questions still stand for you:
What did I do? What will I do?
There isn`t much time-days go by fast
you try to deny it but she was the best.
Thick-thack, thick-thack, the time is quick
one way or the other, you`ll have to pick.
Before you choose there`s one thing you should know:
I am the river that eternally flows,
I am the wind that all around goes,
I am the sky above your head,
I am the ghost that speaks with the dead.
And I know for sure what people regret:
they wish to have fought more before they left.
Love isn`t something you can just leave behind
indeed true love isn`t easy to find.
And if right decision hasn`t been made,
if right words haven`t been said,
there will be many days when you`ll sadly miss
your loved one`s smile, your loved one`s kiss.
"You stupid fool" your heart will shout
because love isn`t something that can be wiped out.
...ovo je moga uma djelo, kad sam imala 18...
Post je objavljen 16.02.2005. u 21:20 sati.