Inside this room
With sweet intent,
In measured time
Our passion spent.
Two tortured souls
That know no peace.
Two lovers hungry for release.
Between these walls
We've hidden dreams;
We've buried moments,
Stifled screams.
We've carved our future;
Signed our doom
And sealed it in a motel room.
The orange neon's
Flashing eyes
Sole witness to
Our wordless cries,
burnt images captured in time
Etched on life's canvas;
Your fate and mine.
A promise born
of twisted lies
Can't face daybreak
And so it dies.
As raindrops strike
A sad refrain,
We plan our rendezvous again.
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Very sad. Like the old story of hell that preachers used to preach... thirsty for something you'll never receive, striving after a dream that will never be. How very sad indeed.
A superb piece, reminiscent of The Amazing Rhythm Aces: "Low Rent Rendezvous" a radical c&w favorite of mine. I can relate to this one, having experienced exactly the depicted scenario, although none too proudly. Nevertheless, I reminisce of it fondly, in my elder years. My one daring escapade in an otherwise dull life. It is an aspect of many mdoern adult lives. Best Regards,
Lyle