I won’t be going to bed in your arms tonight

For my heart has lost its home

Forcing me to leave and roam

The black paved streets of winter time;

Where snow showers fall and settle

On my already wet eyelashes,

And cotton rags bind the sores

Left on the broken pieces

Of a love, I thought was mine.

Where once we sighed behind

Those rich red heavy curtains,

Making love, with flames of desire

And watching embers slowly die

In the hearth where burned our fire.

Till morning came, and easing up

We made our way, to lie in bed

And listen to those morning sounds

Of early rush hour passing by

And knowing we were safe from harm

Beyond the painted blue wood door.

Yet all I hear now are foreign sounds

Of chasing games on bad lit streets

Fleeing from this lovers curse

My soul as empty as a pauper’s purse;

Just knowing I can’t retrace my steps

And fall into your once embrace

I’m crying now,

Always said I never would.

Streams of anguish wash my face

Obliterate your touch, your taste

And turning thoughts are in my mind

Just knowing what I’ve left behind

I’m crying now.