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December 18, 2007
turns to black
I dreamed I could play piano
and that you could sing right along
there were magical moments
full of love and memories
I wrote a song that never faded
we wrote letters that had meaning
but these are why dreams never matter
love, hope and expectation
they're so much alike
but there's so much I'd like to say
but can never ever write
and I go on not ever knowing
what true love is like
and is it sad that I don't hope to feel
the warm sensation that so boldly heals
the scars of a world set against us
it's been so long since I've felt a warm embrace
the countless times, I can't replace
to resign and to falter
I've submitted my heart to this alter
and the deafening silence is my dread
the darkest thoughts fill my head
turn them off now
turn to black
Posted by nemov at December 18, 2007 10:14 PM
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