danielblue
Experienced
- Joined
- Apr 16, 2003
- Posts
- 37
Without you, there is always this...
This something, it makes me feel
Like I'm not whole
I always wonder 'what if'
Nothing sticks
To the alabaster slickness of my heart
You glazed it over
So that it cannot be claimed
And your memory keeps me chained
To a past you never visit
Except once you came to me in a dream
Did you mumble in his bed
Chasing me out of your head
Or were you feeling gnerous
Rewarding me for years and years
Of tending the flame?
This something, it makes me feel
Like I'm not whole
I always wonder 'what if'
Nothing sticks
To the alabaster slickness of my heart
You glazed it over
So that it cannot be claimed
And your memory keeps me chained
To a past you never visit
Except once you came to me in a dream
Did you mumble in his bed
Chasing me out of your head
Or were you feeling gnerous
Rewarding me for years and years
Of tending the flame?