I can't see you
But I know what's in your head
You think this is amusing
I swear you are smiling!
I think I got something in my throat
My hands are feeling funny, no--my heart.
Maybe them both.
We are so close
But we are not even touching
Come here, hold me
Tell me you love me.
I think I got something in my throat
My hands are feeling funny, no--my heart.
Maybe them both.
It has been years
But it is like we've just met
I know my plans are messed up
Promise me you won't give up
I think I got something in my throat
My hands are feeling funny, no--my heart.
Maybe them both.
But I know what's in your head
You think this is amusing
I swear you are smiling!
I think I got something in my throat
My hands are feeling funny, no--my heart.
Maybe them both.
We are so close
But we are not even touching
Come here, hold me
Tell me you love me.
I think I got something in my throat
My hands are feeling funny, no--my heart.
Maybe them both.
It has been years
But it is like we've just met
I know my plans are messed up
Promise me you won't give up
I think I got something in my throat
My hands are feeling funny, no--my heart.
Maybe them both.
I've read and re-read this a number of times before (I know you've always thought I never read your blog, but I've always loved your words and read it every night before I slept)... and I never commented on this. I was just waiting for the right opportunity, but it never came. And so belatedly, I write... I will always love you, and I will never give up. But alas, we both know how things turned out.
ReplyDeleteI think of late we both realized that we actually didn't know what we thought in our hearts that we did.
ReplyDeleteMaybe deep inside I knew. Who knows? And that was what keeps me writing, the thought that I have two readers, myself and you.