When I say sweet things
And you say you're "ok"
It's kind of a knife wound
You know
It's like we walked through a dimension door
What we were is gone
We are somewhere else
I don't know how to communicate
I don't understand the language
The things I feel came with me from there
Your memory aside from small references
Wiped
Or blocked
Either way
I feel alone in this world now
My heart beats with the thoughts of love and wonder we found in each other
The promise of years to come
Learning what it means to share goals or desires or even just toothpaste
All I have right now are feelings that seem to generate from within
And resonate nowhere else
What do I do with all this?
I didn't make it up myself
But keeping my mouth shut
Seems like the only way to keep from losing what little grip I have on this new reality
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