In a Dream
I stood there in jeans and a button up tee shirt and what I think were white nike tennis shoes. I looked around and realized I was at a wedding, my wedding. No, this couldnt be mine, could it? There was a few people around me but none of them whom I reconized. And why was I dressed the way I was if this was the real deal? I grabbed onto a cold metal rail that was infront of me as I looked around for my groom. Then I looked at the preist. He was wating for me to say "I do". I immeaditely started crying. I didnt want to marry him, I didnt want to be married. I didnt even know who he was.
As I ran away from the altar looking for this man, I walked up on a group of guys. Plain tee shirts, jeans, messy hair. They were all holding instruments too. I knew which one was mine immeaditely. He saw me and his face dropped. He set down the gutair and walked up to me. He had a black tee shirt on and long, blonde curly hair. I stood there staring at him, crying and out of breath. I reconized him but had no idea who he was.
He walked over and wrapped one arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. I couldnt smell him, or feel him.. but somehow I wanted to. My tears dried up as I looked up at his face, his arm still around me. He looked at me, and he was now crying. He knew I was running away, I didnt want his ring around my finger. But the longer I stood there and stared at him, I wanted him. He suddenly got stiff and his shoulders tensed up.
"Tonight, it doesnt matter. Lets just be us. Lets make love.. And tommrow, when we break up, then we can forget."
... and then I woke up.
As I ran away from the altar looking for this man, I walked up on a group of guys. Plain tee shirts, jeans, messy hair. They were all holding instruments too. I knew which one was mine immeaditely. He saw me and his face dropped. He set down the gutair and walked up to me. He had a black tee shirt on and long, blonde curly hair. I stood there staring at him, crying and out of breath. I reconized him but had no idea who he was.
He walked over and wrapped one arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. I couldnt smell him, or feel him.. but somehow I wanted to. My tears dried up as I looked up at his face, his arm still around me. He looked at me, and he was now crying. He knew I was running away, I didnt want his ring around my finger. But the longer I stood there and stared at him, I wanted him. He suddenly got stiff and his shoulders tensed up.
"Tonight, it doesnt matter. Lets just be us. Lets make love.. And tommrow, when we break up, then we can forget."
... and then I woke up.