Rimmon Rock
By the city sight, and bright moonlight, we had watched a landing plane.
with my fingers crossed, in the autumn frost, i had hoped youd felt the same
we had slow carressed, and my beating chest, felt as if it were on fire
and I felt so high, looking towards the sky, next to whom i deep desire
So to rimmon rock
full of promise talk
and of holding hands and hearts
I shall not return
lest the memory burn
like your bright eyes in the dark
So we fled the night, to a barroom blight, thick with tension and with booze
and we drank away, with not much to say, letting awkward silence loose
You were locked inside, the place you hide, too afraid to let me in
You want just a friend, and at that it ends, before it could begin.
up at Rimmon rock
i had too much stock
in the future we might start
but it's gone away
and its hard to say
that i ever touched your heart
Copyright © Justin Theriault | Year Posted 2010
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