A bottle of white, a bottle of red.
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead.
We’ll get a table near the street.
In our old familiar place.
You and I-face to face.
A bottle of red, a bottle of white.
It all depends on your appetite.
I’ll meet you any time you want.
In our Italian Restaurant.
Jun 26, 2005, 10:02PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
It took me by surprise when I saw you standing there. Close enough to touch and breathing the same air. You asked me how I’d been, I guess that’s when I smiled and said “Just fine.” But, baby, I was lying. What I really meant to say is I’m dying here inside. And I miss you more each day, there’s not a night I haven’t cried. And baby here’s the truth, I’m still in love with you.That’s what I really meant to say…
Jun 26, 2005, 10:00PM PDT | 1 cheer | 1 comment
Im learning to live without you now, but I miss you sometimes. And the more I know the less I understand. All the things I thought I knew, Im learning again. Ive been trying to get down to the heart of the matter. But my will gets weak, and my thoughts seem to scatter. But I think its about forgiveness, forgiveness. Even if, even if, you dont love me anymore.
Jun 26, 2005, 09:57PM PDT | 1 cheer | 2 comments