Songs Unsung

well, you have tasted all my wine
drank it all it, said it was fine
the drummers kept on drumming
i recognize the songs you're humming.
all across your landscape,
cruising with desdain,
trough sunny winter days
and rainy eyes,
with tiny sparks of love.
you walk them by,
not knowing what,
you wave them off,
not knowing who,
but has he done the same to you.
staring at the ceilling,
in a bed that wasn't willing
to be shared
by such rebellious hearts,
martyrs of the coldest days,
they never knew just what to say.
but words were never told to stay,
they vanish now,
be back in may,
with memories,
of broken bones,
the band keeps blowing
march trombones.
her head is spinning like never before
if it's not love,
i'll breath no more
if it's not love,
i'll lock the door.