Nothin

Nothin',
it was nothin'.
For a moment there I fell into your eyes
and it was everything,
but it was nothin'
nothin' but a taste, a taste of you
now I'm far too weak, too hungry to be done, too selfish to be through
and maybe it's somethin' or maybe it's nothin'
every tear and every kiss,
I would swallow and bear witness
every thought that leaves you weak
I would break and twist and squeeze
until it's nothin'
nothin' but a word
like a good cry in the dark that prob'ly no one heard
well., they'd say it's nothin' ,
so maybe it's nothin'
nothin' but your eyes
and the way they speak right to me each and every time
well, you say it's nothin'
so maybe it's nothin'
maybe it's nothin'...

© Nancy Magarill