One's Floor

They made love on a bright morning drenched in fiction
She didn’t know his real name
She was perfect but she breathed by the notion
That he loved her soul the same

And when he asked for her sweet love
She thought that he was the one

Now one’s floor is nothing other than one’s ceiling
And it takes one to know one 
Yes one’s floor is nothing other than one’s ceiling
And it takes one to know one

He couldn’t make it on the day although he promised
He never saw his little boy
Though it killed her she still liked him as an artist
No one wanted to employ

Thirteen hours turned her old
Though her life has just begun

Now one’s floor is nothing other than one’s ceiling
And it takes one to know one 
Yes one’s floor is nothing other than one’s ceiling
And it takes one to know one

She thought she wrote her own ledger
She thought she made all the rules
Could take time to discover she was
Only a pawn in his games, there to lose

Now she hears that he’s a little girl’s father
And he has found the perfect wife
She can’t take that he belongs to someone other
She can only take her life

And so it goes, each human knows
Each night betrays the sun

Now one’s floor is nothing other than one’s ceiling
And it takes one to know one 
Yes one’s floor is nothing other than one’s ceiling
And it takes one to know one

7 October 2009 at 11:45