Where the Lovers Go

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I live where the real people live
Where the beggars beg
And the givers give

I want to go where the lovers go
Where time passes but not so slow
And there’s no difference between the fool’s gold

As dawn breaks the sun pierces the clouds
The dew drops
But the rain is never loud

For some, tomorrow will bring sorrow
Others will return upon what they borrow

Left abandoned and creating rust
Only a few can you trust

Hypocrisy shines a bright light through the stained glass
As the saints and the sinners return to mass

We walk together
Wandering
Only some are free

But I’d rather be where the lovers be

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London

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Kissed her lips in the bitter cold
Her hands in his pockets to rid the bite of frost
There was no rush to get home

So they continued to walk

Heals clicked on the cobble stone
As music notes around them dance

“Você é linda”

The bells tolled
But in the moment they were lost
One that could never mock

Feet lifted and flown
Floating on air at first glance

“Tu és o meu amor”

A love that was bold
Two paths graciously crossed

She left her heart in London
She left

her

heart

“Eu vou sempre me lembrar de você”

Playing with Fire

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Dear mother why haven’t you warned me
I keep on playing with fire to cure the lonely
Needed to keep warm but can’t get to close
Stepping nearby and beginning to provoke

Illusions dance in the flames
Shadows and sights- difficult to not embrace

See what you want to see in the golden blaze
Overlooking the pain of the inferno
Begin to saunter closer in a daze
Bit by the fire and embers glow

How does the toxic air taste?

The ribbons of red will never set you free
And forever you will be reminded by scars of agony

Dear mother I wish you would have taught me
This would be painless to foresee
Being cold will send you shivers
And anything is better than those embers
That the fire will blow into its storm