Queen Beat
Bluelighter
I had one of those moments last night
That sneak up uninvited
Silent
Unobtrusive
Just a whisper of a thought
That would've slipped past un-noticed
If I wasn't still awake due to
9 cups of tea and the Dave Letterman show.
It's been over a month,
(If you time your life by calendar days)
And a lifetime if you're merely tracking the changes.
I'm not the girl who fell on tear stained carpets
And begged you to stay.
Not even the girl who hugged the empty pillow
Just so she'd have something to hold.
She left when I finished composing your chapter
She left when she realised
She couldn't live her life with self-defeating dreams...
I was always an actor
And you more often then not
An unwilling participant in my dramatic finales.
But last night you slipped from view
In such unassuming ceremony
That I realise
It's how all good stories must end
With a sigh and a shuffle and a new lease of life
In uncharted territory.
Your vivid colours still bounce through my thoughts
But they longer bring with them
The aches and pain and tears which had become a daily routine.
And my friends still ask me how you are
Like I'm supposed to know
So I tell them you're good
And hope that you are.
I write for you
and to you
about you
and from you
And know a million treasured memories are waiting to be unwrapped
When I can love you for who you were
and not for who I wanted you to be.
And now I know
From time to time
When the hour is late
And my fears subside
I'll think of you and smile
As I pack your book ever so gently away...
[ 03 July 2002: Message edited by: Queen Beat ]
That sneak up uninvited
Silent
Unobtrusive
Just a whisper of a thought
That would've slipped past un-noticed
If I wasn't still awake due to
9 cups of tea and the Dave Letterman show.
It's been over a month,
(If you time your life by calendar days)
And a lifetime if you're merely tracking the changes.
I'm not the girl who fell on tear stained carpets
And begged you to stay.
Not even the girl who hugged the empty pillow
Just so she'd have something to hold.
She left when I finished composing your chapter
She left when she realised
She couldn't live her life with self-defeating dreams...
I was always an actor
And you more often then not
An unwilling participant in my dramatic finales.
But last night you slipped from view
In such unassuming ceremony
That I realise
It's how all good stories must end
With a sigh and a shuffle and a new lease of life
In uncharted territory.
Your vivid colours still bounce through my thoughts
But they longer bring with them
The aches and pain and tears which had become a daily routine.
And my friends still ask me how you are
Like I'm supposed to know
So I tell them you're good
And hope that you are.
I write for you
and to you
about you
and from you
And know a million treasured memories are waiting to be unwrapped
When I can love you for who you were
and not for who I wanted you to be.
And now I know
From time to time
When the hour is late
And my fears subside
I'll think of you and smile
As I pack your book ever so gently away...
[ 03 July 2002: Message edited by: Queen Beat ]
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