19 January 2014

With all of me...I hold close this little piece of you

"Found myself at your door,
Just like all those times before,
I'm not sure how I got there,
All roads they lead me here.

I imagine you are home,
In your room, all alone,
And you open your eyes into mine,
And everything feels better,

Right before your eyes,
I'm breaking, no past
No reasons why,
Just you and me.

This is the last time I'm asking you this,
Put my name at the top of your list,
This is the last time I'm asking you why,
You break my heart in the blink of an eye.

You find yourself at my door,
Just like all those times before,
You wear your best apology,
But I was there to watch you leave,

And all the times I let you in,
Just for you to go again,
Disappear when you come back,
Everything is better.

Right before your eyes,
I'm aching, no past
Nowhere to hide,
Just you and me...

This is the last time I'm asking you this,
Put my name at the top of your list,
This is the last time I'm asking you why,
You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye...

This is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong,
This is the last time I say it's been you all along,
This is the last time I let you in my door,
This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore.

Oh, oh, oh,

This is the last time I'm asking you this,
Put my name at the top of your list,
This is the last time I'm asking you why,
You break my heart in the blink of an eye."



They say a person's music playlist can tell so much about him. Yesterday while running i'd had the chance of exploring my brother's world, putting myself in his shoes while running in them. Oftentimes i wish we could transcend our own worlds and slip into someone else's and live in them for a little while...and feel all that's only been imaginable but inconceivable. I'd like to lay hands on the intangible, grasp them tightly and no I will not consciously allow you to slip through my fingers again. Quicksand. It's a lot like quicksand.


I really miss you and I really wish, more than almost anything and everything else for a chance to see you again...and this scares me because it only serves to tell me i've bitten off way more than i can chew. It's a little difficult for me and i've been receiving signs which I feel might have really only been but a figment of my very fertile imaginations but...something tells me there really could be a lot more to this and it's not just me. Where could this lead up to, I wonder? 

Meanwhile I will keep wondering and hold you close to me with all that I have.

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