| Please, Don't make me go, Don't make me walk out that door one more time, If you do, I swear I'm gonna cry. I'll break down, Into a thousand little pieces at your feet, And beg of you, Until my knees start to bleed, Not to send me back there, To that place away from you, Where all time looses meaning, Other than to tell me I'm gone from you. My face burns hot, I taste Salty tears in my mouth, But none of it matters, None of it but me and you. Take me again in your arms, Tell me it's all gonna work out, And we'll not be like them, Ending up broken in two, The shards of our feelings, Still bitter and biting, A vast gulf between us. No, hold me for a moment instead, Kiss away my tears, And taste the salt upon my lips. Take my hand, Walk with me, Through that door, And away from my misery. Where is my Romeo? My star lit lover, Of days long ago, My bright wild stallion, Of unseeming character, And unmatched form. Oh, dear heart, Where are you? You who sang so sweetly, Beneath my window, But three days past, Have you found another love? Another more beautiful, More pleasing to the eye than I? Don't leave me standing, Upon my balcony with out you below, Singing to me so sweetly, Of nothing more, Than your dreams, Your castle in the sky, Your hopes for you and I. For here I stand, This chilly spring night, The stars up above shed their unwanted light, For they reveal to me more than you know, And your absence speaks louder then presence. Serious vanity and misshapen chaos, Of well seeming form, Crowd close about my shoulder, Biting to the bone of my imperfections. Somewhere, Between now and then, I wander, In the spaces between the mind and reality. Fragments of dreams, And beings, Float by on their way to nowhere. I drift with them, Among them, And wonder which piece was to have been for us. They swirl and eddy around me, Pooling at my feet, Half true realities, And almost born dreams, All bathed in a salty sheen of despair, Mixed strongly with desire. If only time could be turned back, Rewound to that day we met. I wonder, If given the chance, How much if it I would now change. |