…..then write me a sonnet and sing it from your heart’s depths.
You’ve never loved like this before? Yet the words are the same words the and the music so familiar. Like a comfort blanket used again and again.
It’s quite a cruel gift these second hand feelings. No matter how beautiful the words, when used to define what you’ve already defined they become meaningless.
Originality! I don’t want to be a ticked box in a little black book of “love songs” I want new feeling not old memories. Give me something to sink into not a crowded room full of past loves and what ifs all singing the same worn out words. I don’t want those feelings. I don’t want your cast offs.
The feelings they evoke in you are nothing to do with me. It’s like a love letter with a thick layer of tippex over countless names.
Love is….. never repetition.
The Beautiful South – Song For Whoever