Pretty Sure

•February 12, 2010 • 12 Comments

The days and nights we shared together,

Placing your trust in me.

You told me all of your dreams,

Asked me to wait for you.

Asked me to believe in you.

To love you.

With your hands on my face, your lips on mine,

Heart against heart, hard against hard.

Well,

You put a ring on her finger,

After telling me I was the one.

Cannot bear the thought of you now.

Cannot even speak your name.

Turn my head at the sound of your voice.

Turn my heart toward cold.

Down in the Crescent Town,

Where it all began,

I drowned.

Under the scent of you, the touch of you,

The heat of you, the hate of you.

Well,

He put a ring on my finger,

After telling me I was the one.

Kept all his promises, made all new plans.

Built a house with me,

Under a great Oak.

Down in that Devil Town.

Where prayers are lost, and no one is found.

Planted a seed in me,

Now it is growing.

Well,

That little place in my heart, where you reside,

That little hole in my heart, I try to hide.

It sleeps behind a wall.

A great iron wall.

For the day you return, my sweetest friend.

My lost lover, my bitterest end.

Can I look toward you, and stay with him?

Pretty sure.

Pretty sure.