Blue and green glowstyx
Bluelighter
Your hand touches my back
like a million times before.
But now, it is unfamiliar
an unwanted.
Once the center of my heart
now forgotten
lost
perfect friends gone wrong.
faded away
glimmer gone
so why does your hand rest
upon my skin?
YOu lay up in bed with her now.....
so why does my back
feel the warmth of your hand?
Is this an attempt at
reconciliation... without any words
without having to answer
to the past
without having to deal with
what was done.
Afraid of not being forgiven
scared to death
of the reflection
of how you treated me.
So, you rest your hand on my back
to say you're sorry...
to ask forgiveness...
to let know that you remember..
and that deep down,
you miss being perfect friends.
But for now,
the words will be left unspoken,
and I will just know.
I always have.
like a million times before.
But now, it is unfamiliar
an unwanted.
Once the center of my heart
now forgotten
lost
perfect friends gone wrong.
faded away
glimmer gone
so why does your hand rest
upon my skin?
YOu lay up in bed with her now.....
so why does my back
feel the warmth of your hand?
Is this an attempt at
reconciliation... without any words
without having to answer
to the past
without having to deal with
what was done.
Afraid of not being forgiven
scared to death
of the reflection
of how you treated me.
So, you rest your hand on my back
to say you're sorry...
to ask forgiveness...
to let know that you remember..
and that deep down,
you miss being perfect friends.
But for now,
the words will be left unspoken,
and I will just know.
I always have.
