lørdag 21. mai 2011

lost, for good

I used to dream
of flying
to his house, knocking
take his hands, dance on the roof
impress his mom

this guy, this person
I newer knew
never saw
the light of day that we
would ever hold hands

yet I dreamed of a touch
and blood red silk
smoothly wrapping and unfolding
like waves to the shore
yet it never saw the light of day

and never ever say never for they'll be together
ever, as they know how it should be
forever, you and me

now, I don't dream of such
even if it were a resemblance
I could never recognize
what once was a temptation
now a lost sensation
still, no tragedy

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