Not This Time

My head is in the clouds
But it's raining down on me.
I am traveling so far
But this path is leading me nowhere.

I am tryin' so damn hard
But it's like I can't catch a break.
I try to do good deeds
But Karma just isn't on my side.

Not this time,
Not this time.

How can right feel so wrong?
How can time take so long?
What do I need to do
To prove my worth?

I go the extra mile
But the track brings me back to start.
I run until I collapse
But have no time to catch my breath.

Not this time,
Not this time.

Growing Fonder

I always used to hear them say:
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder,"
But I had never been familiar with this sentiment.

Yet now when I awaken
And your slender frame is not touching mine,
I realize how much larger, emptier this bed can be.

The smell of your hair has left the pillows
And the taste of your kisses has left my lips,
But you are always on my mind.

I impatiently await the moment
When we will be able to embrace,
And we allow our lips to caress.

Oh, the ecstasy we will encounter
When our bodies touch
And our fingers entwine.

You will fill the emptiness beside me,
Your scent will return to my pillows
And the taste of your kisses to my lips.