Post by moonwick on Jan 23, 2007 2:34:06 GMT -5
The clock is glaring ‘cross the room
And hope is spilling on the floor.
It sits in puddles underfoot
Like wasted time and liquid gold.
I wanted just to share this life,
The beauty I have sipped by chance.
Instead he tossed my words away,
And all is silent; all is cold.
To hell with love! To hell with him!
An aching heart, a throbbing head
Is all I’ll have to show for this
When morning comes to murder dreams.
I shut my eyes and squeeze them tight,
But he is all I ever see.
To hell with pills and counting sheep!
It’s not as easy as it seems.
He said the most enchanting things.
Was I a fool to trust those eyes?
My god, how they bore into mine!
I wonder what on earth he read.
And right before I drift to sleep,
My teardrops scattered in the dark,
Last words brush on the pillowcase:
To hell with what he never said…
And hope is spilling on the floor.
It sits in puddles underfoot
Like wasted time and liquid gold.
I wanted just to share this life,
The beauty I have sipped by chance.
Instead he tossed my words away,
And all is silent; all is cold.
To hell with love! To hell with him!
An aching heart, a throbbing head
Is all I’ll have to show for this
When morning comes to murder dreams.
I shut my eyes and squeeze them tight,
But he is all I ever see.
To hell with pills and counting sheep!
It’s not as easy as it seems.
He said the most enchanting things.
Was I a fool to trust those eyes?
My god, how they bore into mine!
I wonder what on earth he read.
And right before I drift to sleep,
My teardrops scattered in the dark,
Last words brush on the pillowcase:
To hell with what he never said…