Book of Love

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
Its full of charts and facts and figures
And instructions for dancing...

No truer words have been written in a love song. If they're called love songs anymore. I'm a sap for them, regardless. And no sooner than I hear them, I feel heartbroken regardless as well.

There's something going on in this life of mine. Am I to be blessed with days of true happiness or love? Am I really living the life that I was advised of year's ago? Yes to both. I think. So far, it seems as though the weirdo psychic lady was right. Actually, more than one. There were a few who warned me of my life as far as love is concerned. They said to be careful of unrequited love. I thought the first one was nuts. Then the second and the third. Not seeking info, info was revealed to me. I thought they were full of shit in a can.

thought: what a baby, can't shit so they cry. good god.

The first time I heard Peter Gabriel sing The Book of Love, I wept. I still do. Its far too romantic and completely true. I remember those feelings. I remember thinking that the world was made of beautiful brilliant sunlight and joy....and here I sit. Trying to relearn to love my husband dearly and relearn coping skills with my returning mental illness on a heightened level. Its shitty. I'm feeling self pity and I really don't care about that anymore. So worried about seemingly ok with getting better and not feeling sorry for myself. Well, tears are here, anxiety attacks, etc. I'm so pissed

That said, this morning I forgot how torturous this song is and was to me. I am on the brink of another meltdown, I can feel it in my bones and from every stitch of the very core of my being. What the hell? Now, I remember how sad The Book of Love made me and was my best friend in my sadness. Time for something else.

Peter Gabriel, man in my head, breathing my feelings to life from within and somehow putting them into a song and so dead on, I'm shocked. I just really liked this song before, but somehowwww, its suitable for the last few days. God I hate feeling so bleak about it. I cannot stop it. Its like a train speeding by that can't stop. No brakes, clutch is busted, no other gear than fast and into a brick wall that prevents further travel. Don't know if I can laugh this away this time around.

My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key

My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key

I'm standing on a stage
Of fear and self doubt
It's a hollow play
But they'll clap anyway

My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key

You're standing next to me
My mind holds the key

I'm living in an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head

I'm living in an age
Whose name I don't know
Though the fear keeps me moving
Still my heart beats so slow

My body is a cage
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That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key

You're standing next to me
My mind holds the key
My body is a...

My body is a cage
We take what we're given
Just because you've forgotten
That don't mean you're forgiven

I'm living in an age
That screams my name at night
But when I get to the doorway
There's no one in sight

I'm living in an age
They laugh when I'm dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key

You're standing next to me
My mind holds the key

Set my spirit free
Set my spirit free
Set my body free
Set my body free

Set my spirit free
Set my body free


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