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Aug 08, 2006 19:59

She's waking up now at three A.M.
dreaming of little lost souls to whom the world said no.
And they're floating their way through the air
reaching and catching on to falling stars.
It's nice to think that the innocents left behind
are the ones left lighting up our sky.
(Maybe even she knows one).
He's holding her hand -
gotta love a guy who can cry over E.T.
time and time again.
"I'll be right here."
Maybe it was a sign.
Maybe it's safer not knowing the future.
Maybe it's better she missed the call.
Maybe it's better she'll never know her numbers in the sky.
Maybe those numbers are dazed.
(Days are numbered).
Yep, maybe it's better she missed that call.
No bad news.
Only good times now.
Promises like forehead kisses,
"I love you"s like twisted sheets on a rainy afternoon.
Maybe it's better she missed that call.
Did she do it on purpose?
Was she afraid of the future she'd find
in this girl whose past was so bleak?
I think it's better she missed that call.

Texas Roadhouse. Wal-Mart and babies with helmets. "Tough Guys Wear Pink". Damn psychic lady wouldn't answer her phone. Cinnamon pretzels. NEW! purse. The Descent *shudders* "Her baby just got a harpoon to the head." A ring in a box in my hand with Elton John serenading me. Cuddles. E.T.

*snuggles under Santa blanket and smiles*

A perfect way to end my summer.
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