From dawn ‘til dawn,
I think only of what was,
I sit in a haze
Of past memories,
A sleepless daze of nostalgia,
I console my broken heart
With futile clichés,
Such as,
It’s better to have loved and lost
Than to never have loved at all…
From dawn ‘til dawn,
Tears uninterrupted fall,
Hands are clasped together,
As tight as the tightest crevice,
In fear of what they would do
If they were given freedom of movement and thought,
Images of the past are ingrained
Upon the inside of my eyelids,
While the pain of the present is ingrained
Upon the whole of my soul…
From dawn ‘til dawn,
I shake violently at the thought
Of her in the arms of someone else,
I’m blinded by constant flashes of her
Rolling around, laughing with another,
They haunt my endless sleeplessness,
For there are no days or nights anymore,
Only the passing of a lone drawn out period of time
That started as soon as we ended,
As soon as the line was broken…
From dawn ‘til dawn…
‘til dawn ‘til dawn…
‘til dawn ‘til dawn…
Always waiting for the next dawn…
Hoping it will be the new one…
Before realising nothing’s changed…
And the hope for the next dawn starts again…
From dawn ‘til dawn…
‘til dawn ‘til dawn…
‘til dawn ‘til dawn…
The darkest of nights or the brightest of mornings…
Neither make a difference to this current predicament…
My thoughts, desires and epiphanies are the same…
From dawn ‘til dawn I’ll experience them all…
From dawn ‘til dawn…
‘til dawn ‘til dawn…
‘til dawn ‘til dawn…
Until one dawning day…
My eyes cease to open…
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