If only we go back to when things were simple, that beautiful time when we collided beneath the sky by the lake. My heart was fluttering and you held it. My world was shiny, blooming. It was you. You were the moon and the stars, the sunlight that danced on my skin. Those sapphire eyes spoke to me as we laughed on a tweed blanket in the grass, not a care, not one.
You pushed that ring on my finger and we fell into something magical, heavy.
Then the sky opened up, the rain came and the thunder roared. You slipped away into something, someone and I was broken, pieces of me were everywhere. It was the puzzle I couldn’t solve. The wicked dream I couldn’t come out of.
Can we go back to that place that we know? You cook me gourmet dinners and book trips to faraway places, islands surrounded by the sea. My thoughts rush like wet cement running down-down my flesh to my feet until I’m stuck and can’t move.
Mostly, I look to the sky now waiting. Sometimes the clouds will part and the light will shine right down on me, like our lake day, warming me all over again.
Yes, the Gods are winking and whispering, answers.
You pushed that ring on my finger and we fell into something magical, heavy.
Then the sky opened up, the rain came and the thunder roared. You slipped away into something, someone and I was broken, pieces of me were everywhere. It was the puzzle I couldn’t solve. The wicked dream I couldn’t come out of.
Can we go back to that place that we know? You cook me gourmet dinners and book trips to faraway places, islands surrounded by the sea. My thoughts rush like wet cement running down-down my flesh to my feet until I’m stuck and can’t move.
Mostly, I look to the sky now waiting. Sometimes the clouds will part and the light will shine right down on me, like our lake day, warming me all over again.
Yes, the Gods are winking and whispering, answers.
