Poem I wrote
"Yesterday's Dreams Revisited as Predictions in a Persute of Happiness"
Curse this mind of mine that tells me lies
and leads me by the hands just to make me cry
Its words break from its mouth because they are impure
As they break, they shriek and the shards fall on my heart
Does it speak the truth? Will I be left alone?
Is my destiny to make the biggest mistake of my life?
Lured by enchanting beauty, my heart leads my mind
It has it by the wrists and sways it side to side.
Swayed by your pictures, swayed by your voice
How can i decide when i dont have a choice?
I hear your voice in my walls and it echoes in my ears
I see your face in my wrists...
you never looked so beautiful
In your satin dress you stand on the stairs
and gracefully descend, landing in my arms
I lean to kiss you as we close our eyes
then you vanish in a wind of dust, just as it begins to die
this dream fooled me into feeling your skin
going along your face with my finger tips
I saw your eyes close, I heard your breathing
Then i was left with just embers blowing by
Could this be a premonition?
Will i one day feel your skin?
Just so you can again vanish in the wind
It took me to the times of when i was truly happy
I dont want to wish again
to go back to yesterday.
Curse this mind of mine that tells me lies
and leads me by the hands just to make me cry
Its words break from its mouth because they are impure
As they break, they shriek and the shards fall on my heart
Does it speak the truth? Will I be left alone?
Is my destiny to make the biggest mistake of my life?
Lured by enchanting beauty, my heart leads my mind
It has it by the wrists and sways it side to side.
Swayed by your pictures, swayed by your voice
How can i decide when i dont have a choice?
I hear your voice in my walls and it echoes in my ears
I see your face in my wrists...
you never looked so beautiful
In your satin dress you stand on the stairs
and gracefully descend, landing in my arms
I lean to kiss you as we close our eyes
then you vanish in a wind of dust, just as it begins to die
this dream fooled me into feeling your skin
going along your face with my finger tips
I saw your eyes close, I heard your breathing
Then i was left with just embers blowing by
Could this be a premonition?
Will i one day feel your skin?
Just so you can again vanish in the wind
It took me to the times of when i was truly happy
I dont want to wish again
to go back to yesterday.