Aug 23, 2005 21:59
Sleeping to escape my dreams
Wish it wasn’t what it seems
Because in spite of all my schemes
This love will never happen
You took charge; now it’s my turn
A privilege that I think I’ve earned
I know that everyone’s been burned
I swear that will not happen
We love our lust and playful games
But I want you to sing my name
I’m sorry; it’s just not the same
My wish will never happen
I’ve been dealt this hand before
Darling, less was never more
We should even up the score
But that will never happen
It may or may not be done. I'm not sure I'm satisfied with it. I had a couple of the stanzas already written before I went to explo. I just finished it tonight. It was written originally about Mikey, but then Jordan happened. So now it's just expressing frustration in general. Bits of it fit Mikey and bits fit Jordan. I suppose maybe it's a letter to all my love interests, though it doesn't and won't fit the circumstances of all of them. A little cliche, but I write my feelings, and these are my feelings.