Monday, March 7
the insatiable urge to see that smile. just once more over. and i know i'd be gone.
or maybe no.
the spark that was provoked in that very instance.
the very knowledge that our acquaintance, and more importantly our re-aquaintaince, will be decided, verdicted upon only by this unpredictable essence of time, makes keeping sane that little bit harder to do.
let me turn around and say hi.
tell me you'll never say goodbye
all i want to do. is to turn around. and see you there. see you there.
the very emotions that ran through and overwhelmed me now maim me. our fates intertwining in what potentially could be something really good. but i know. and you know. and everyone knows. whatever transpires next will be the next tragedy of epic proportions.
everytime, anyhow, something will happen. am i supposed to remain downcast? or believe in the law of averages?
to think i might not see those eyes
makes it so hard not to cry
and as we say our long goodbyes
i nearly do
please don't go.
away from those old tales of melancholy. of endless running away from the tarantulas and scorpions of the world. of heartbreaks and stories that never came true. yesterday night i dreamt of something new.
it's all about you.