Raving Lunatic

Didn't you know, I was your husband? Did you think he was? See me, look at me. Can't you see? Here I am, look at me, come to me, what will it take? Will you let me slip away? Don't you care? Don't you know? Can't you see. Will you miss me? Do you even care? Hear that sound? What could it be? Sounds like something slipping, slipping away. It's me, there I was, all yours, to have and hold. But time will take me from you, time and loneliness. Loneliness and that empty hollow sound I hear, that is my heart longing for you and what I fear will never be. So I dream, and you laugh at me and my dreaming of us, and you say I am but a dreamer and I know that I am and my heart, it bleeds, the tears of a fool, Fooled by itself into believing that there could ever be an us. So I run and I hide and slap my own face, to wake me from my dream of we, never to be, but in my heart. So I wake from heaven to find my heart in hell. Your foot prints live on and forever there they will be, though the we of my dreams fade and die never to be. So call me dreamer as I wallow in these broken dreams, of unfulfillment unfulfilled once more, till my heart is no more, but this empty shell, by no sea seen. I am sorry, but I can write no more, for the tears flow too quick, grow too thick. So I wake. Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 05:05 AM PST   0 • 10