all for peter
waking up in the middle of the night calling out your name
its as if i was just dreaming.. then i look over to see its time to call you... i pick up the phone and call waiting to here that beautiful voice on the other end.. that voice that seems to sing in perfect harmony... although you are just talking... i hear your voice and my heart decides to beat faster.. no matter how much i try to get it to slow down... my knees grow weak to the point i fall to the ground in a sweet surrender... i get those same old butterflies, my stomach doing its flips and flops... there is a part of my throat that grows tight... not wanting me to breathe but it lets me breathe deep.... like im gasping for air but maintaining enough to keep conceious... when i talk to you its like im drunk... i say silly little things.. and i laugh alot... i grow dizzy its a good thing im sitting down... if i get up too fast i might just fall over... i say things that come from the heart.. for the first time in a long time that terror of letting someone in is no longer there.... its the best feeling in the world.. that one monster hiding under the bed of my heart is now gone becuase my hero my friend my lover made it leave.. and although he dosnt know it... he has rescued me from the deapths of sorrow... and then when i hang up the phone the smile on my face remains... and so does his sweet voice until i hear from him again.....
i wrote this for peter cheney the love of my life since august 13,2007
its as if i was just dreaming.. then i look over to see its time to call you... i pick up the phone and call waiting to here that beautiful voice on the other end.. that voice that seems to sing in perfect harmony... although you are just talking... i hear your voice and my heart decides to beat faster.. no matter how much i try to get it to slow down... my knees grow weak to the point i fall to the ground in a sweet surrender... i get those same old butterflies, my stomach doing its flips and flops... there is a part of my throat that grows tight... not wanting me to breathe but it lets me breathe deep.... like im gasping for air but maintaining enough to keep conceious... when i talk to you its like im drunk... i say silly little things.. and i laugh alot... i grow dizzy its a good thing im sitting down... if i get up too fast i might just fall over... i say things that come from the heart.. for the first time in a long time that terror of letting someone in is no longer there.... its the best feeling in the world.. that one monster hiding under the bed of my heart is now gone becuase my hero my friend my lover made it leave.. and although he dosnt know it... he has rescued me from the deapths of sorrow... and then when i hang up the phone the smile on my face remains... and so does his sweet voice until i hear from him again.....
i wrote this for peter cheney the love of my life since august 13,2007