You say this is just the way it is.
You say you can't go there.
You say nothing, and all i want is something.
The way we use to dance,
Well we forgot the steps.
Off beat, and off key,
We move in strange ways now.
I extend my hand, and I hear you run.
I open my eyes, and I see your head turn.
Is it too much to ask for a conclusion?
A final statement?
Anything to ease my mind?
I have left thoughts in the bottom of glasses.
Spilled fear across ink soaked pages.
I just got this feeling, that you're still holding on.
I got the suspicion you still think of me.
Still dream of my hand behind your head.
But before suns rise and moons fall,
I'm still sipping on the bitter drinks you pour.
You just put the liquor in the cup,
A temporary fix,
A moment's answer,
Midnight dances; the man i thought i was.
You say never forget.
You say lean on the memories you have.
But what can I grab on to that hasn't already been tainted?
I sit and wait for the moments to present themselves.
But take your time and get ready,
Leave me by the phone.
Cuz I'll be dancing in my thoughts of you.
Play it cool.
Play it safe.
Burn my mouth with every firey word i swallow.
| you know this piece really captures my mood right now...but its in reverse....im actually suprised to see a man writting like this, because believe it or not...most women dont think a man ever really cares...at least not like this.|
well i guess you have proven me wrong.
thanks for the read..as always.
|| Posted on 2006-08-22 00:00:00 | by stolie77 | [ Reply to This ] |