I woke up at 3 am last night
Due to dreaming fits about you
And I guess some things never change
And I suppose my heart is still aching from the last stitch taken out
My chest cavity is caving in because
You never allowed me to heal
You never, gave me time to evaluate everything
You just said it was over
And maybe that's why I still dream about your taunting, red lips
Or your god like body
Or your finger tips tracing the backs of my palms
I know I've said it a million times
But there's a small part of me, deep with in all the vines and leaves,
Underneath the damp sand
Where a small voice is shouting out my love for you.
My apologetic ways have become prayers to an unknown figure
And I liked that we used to have that in common..