Once again I'm dreaming,
of my hands around your neck,
remembering the mistakes made,
the forgiveness accepted,
and the "goodbyes" rejected...
We can't walk away,
can't forget our "hellos,"
whisper your demeaning "I Love You,"
and cry tears of blood,
that stain black upon your weak face...
It's just you and I again,
listening to the lies that we've told,
reciting half thought out promises,
and "forevers" not thought out at all...
Remember the night,
that we first met,
one drunken mistake,
an impassionate kiss under the stars,
but the night air captured us,
in "what might be"...
But once again I'm dreaming,
of my hands around your neck,
remembering the mistakes made,
the forgiveness accepted,
and the "goodbyes" rejected...
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 8:51 PM UTC
Once again I'm dreaming,
of my hands around your neck,
remembering the mistakes made,
the forgiveness accepted,
and the "goodbyes" rejected...
We can't walk away,
can't forget our "hellos,"
whisper your demeaning "I Love You,"
and cry tears of blood,
that stain black upon your weak face...
It's just you and I again,
listening to the lies that we've told,
reciting half thought out promises,
and "forevers" not thought out at all...
Remember the night,
that we first met,
one drunken mistake,
an impassionate kiss under the stars,
but the night air captured us,
in "what might be"...
But once again I'm dreaming,
of my hands around your neck,
remembering the mistakes made,
the forgiveness accepted,
and the "goodbyes" rejected...
I was 15 when I wrote this. so keep that in mind.
Written December 21, 2004- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart