frostyangel
Bluelighter
meeting on a bitter sweet morning...
i saw your face, as it washed away the
hand shake of a distasting emotion that
we both once knew...
there was a gingerly soft hand carressed
moment, which met by the dancing fingertips
that crossed over our thighs.....
we had certain cycles in time..so strong that
demmanded our actions to embrace each other
of our fears....
it all became so comfortable..there so much
invested in an unforgetable moment. now, I find
smiles that haunt me through and through....
we taken forgranted what could of been so
wonderful....but here we sat at this four-seated
dinner table, candle lit faces, smooth glass of
wine.....looking back, we we're sitting across
from what could of been the wrong person
maybe you were the right person.....just never
was I the right time.....
and the time whirl winds so fast, that the days
and nites create the months and the years become
nothing but distant memories......and it only took a
second where false love turns to hate....
leaving......walking away....how can you talk all the
words so sweet, did you learn them from another?
Was it someone that you wanted so bad....that told
you all the words you desired, and then left you in
disbelief, not understanding what meaning they gave
you....and in return you decided it was time fill their
emotions to someone else...then I walked through
the door....
I placed buns in my hair day in...and day out....
knowing that they would drive you wild....you
would wear your white t-shirt that screamed
out how I felt you looked. What were we working
for? Why did we invest all this time that was sent
for us to discover.....aren't we all suppose to be
working for some kind of medium goal....
Did my dreams mistake me?
When you made me short of breath,
was I not suppose to recover?
When my fingers trembled, were
they shaking for something else?
Why did you make me feel the way
that you did?
And now I'm left with a certain animosity
toward the way I should have seen you
in the first place....
my question to you and everything we
do....when do we take the mask off?
when do we not pretend anymore?
when do you become yourself? The
person that somebody will want...
Realizing in the end the only person your fooling is YOU
i saw your face, as it washed away the
hand shake of a distasting emotion that
we both once knew...
there was a gingerly soft hand carressed
moment, which met by the dancing fingertips
that crossed over our thighs.....
we had certain cycles in time..so strong that
demmanded our actions to embrace each other
of our fears....
it all became so comfortable..there so much
invested in an unforgetable moment. now, I find
smiles that haunt me through and through....
we taken forgranted what could of been so
wonderful....but here we sat at this four-seated
dinner table, candle lit faces, smooth glass of
wine.....looking back, we we're sitting across
from what could of been the wrong person
maybe you were the right person.....just never
was I the right time.....
and the time whirl winds so fast, that the days
and nites create the months and the years become
nothing but distant memories......and it only took a
second where false love turns to hate....
leaving......walking away....how can you talk all the
words so sweet, did you learn them from another?
Was it someone that you wanted so bad....that told
you all the words you desired, and then left you in
disbelief, not understanding what meaning they gave
you....and in return you decided it was time fill their
emotions to someone else...then I walked through
the door....
I placed buns in my hair day in...and day out....
knowing that they would drive you wild....you
would wear your white t-shirt that screamed
out how I felt you looked. What were we working
for? Why did we invest all this time that was sent
for us to discover.....aren't we all suppose to be
working for some kind of medium goal....
Did my dreams mistake me?
When you made me short of breath,
was I not suppose to recover?
When my fingers trembled, were
they shaking for something else?
Why did you make me feel the way
that you did?
And now I'm left with a certain animosity
toward the way I should have seen you
in the first place....
my question to you and everything we
do....when do we take the mask off?
when do we not pretend anymore?
when do you become yourself? The
person that somebody will want...
Realizing in the end the only person your fooling is YOU
