Thursday, January 29, 2009

Almost Lover

Your fingertips across my skin,
The palm trees swaying in the wind;
Images.
You sang me Spanish lullabies,
The sweetest sadness in your eyes;
Clever trick.

I never want to see you unhappy,
I thought you'd want the same for me.

Goodbye my almost lover,
Goodbye my hopeless dream.
I'm trying not to think about you,
Can't you just let me be?
So long my luckless romance,
My back is turned on you.
Should've known you'd bring me heartache,
Almost lovers always do.

We walked along a crowded street,
You took my hand and danced with me;
Images.
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never, never forget,
These images.

I cannot go to the ocean.
I cannot drive the streets at night.
I cannot wake up in the morning,
Without you on my mind.
So you're gone and I'm haunted,
And I bet you were just fine.
Did I make it that easy to walk right in out of my life?

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