We wish you were there
In drunken dreams, in love
In times of desperation
And aching gaps of existence
Former love, we say
But who are we kidding?
We long for you evermore
The present lies steeped in a past
It was so full of dreams of the future
One tires of love and friendship
One tires of all good intensions
One really does tire of good advice soon
I guess we shall never love again
I pass on the coin you gave
I trample, I tread, I slaughter
What goes around, goes around, around
And promises, they are meant to be broken
2 comments:
dreams and reality seperated by a thin veil of cloaked feelings :)
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