Going places
we used to go
and seeing faces
we used to know
doing things we used to do
- alone and lonely
without you
Dreaming dreams
in silence
of the unintended violence
of the reconciliations
we attempted at in vain
and all the nights
we spent apart
each with
our own destructive pain
Yet in solitude
my thoughts aren't of
the promises you've broken
or the pain
you have inflicted
by the words that you
have spoken
For in spite of
all the pain
I'd maybe do it all again
each lonely moment
I went through
was just the price
of being with you
So yeah,
I do give in
allow the moon to touch
my skin
and let the dream
of making love to you
in quietness begin.
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