Where did you sleep, must be two weeks ago?
The night I had a break from logical restraints.
So busy filling up with powdered peace,
so sick of you not sleeping next to me.

The power of the pull diminished as
everything I wanted came to be.
A spirit so exceptional could not
have found themselves so comfortable with me.
The music played and never seemed to end,
I found myself contented once again.
Though this time I'm convinced that it was more,
but my mind was occupied and fading fast.

It's clear there's something I cannot deny,
this was the greatest session of my life,
and fighting every urge I had to hold,
was worth it every time our glances met.

It seemed surreal, though everything that night
is blurred so far as I still won't believe,
to think that just for once it might go right,
confuses and bombards me with my doubts.
It may just be as simple as I fear,
that I greatly misinterpreted the gesture.
As fifteen days have passed I'm still not wise
to exactly what your intentions were that night.

I hope and pray that I might get the chance
to take this time again without the drugs.
And know that what I had was something else,
my first real chance to have another go.

So where did you sleep, fifteen days ago?
With every intention, through your own choice
at last I had you, by my side.

12/29/2008

Posted on 12/29/2008
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