History repeats itself
I was having a great time, isolated with my computer. I went on an exploratory mission, for lack of a better idea, and found something that I wrote a lifetime ago.....and I could taste how I felt that night. So I am going to share it. I wrote this when I came out of the fog that was my life after Steve died. Reflecting on who we were, and what happened the night he passed...and how weird things go thru your mind when someone you loved dies.
There were things that we were meant to do
And words we were meant to scream
But we held hands without caution
And now it all seems like a dream
Where you held me close
But pushed me so far away
I let myself become vapid
And slowly began to decay
You left me crying on the stairs
Wishing to save a life that was never mine to save
All I needed was for you to spill yourself
To allow my heart to become yours
You gave what little you had
Not enough to even the score
I wished you were more
Like the photo in my mind
You needed my love
But yours left me so far behind
You left me crying on the stairs
Wishing to save a life that was never mine to save
Taking all your little secrets with you to the grave
There were things that we were meant to do
And words we were meant to scream
But we held hands without caution
And now it all seems like a dream
Where you held me close
But pushed me so far away
I let myself become vapid
And slowly began to decay
You left me crying on the stairs
Wishing to save a life that was never mine to save
All I needed was for you to spill yourself
To allow my heart to become yours
You gave what little you had
Not enough to even the score
I wished you were more
Like the photo in my mind
You needed my love
But yours left me so far behind
You left me crying on the stairs
Wishing to save a life that was never mine to save
Taking all your little secrets with you to the grave