pennylane731's Diaryland Diary

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taking back sunday

nestled in the
grey sky memory
the embrace of the coveted friend
long-lost, but yet somehow not

cries were heard through the telephone line
an agreement was made
it was cold outside

you can pretend that it was nothing
but it was everything at the time
soft burgundy love
eyes alight
if it was the same look
murder would not be out of the question

never blind to the rapture of history,
i know you know everything,
i know you didn't mean it...
or so it was said

are there hidden promises of a rekindled yesterday?
am i handcuffed to the disgusting notion,
bound to remember what is behind my eyelids;
what the mind replays in different sequences?

do you regret it?
i bet you don't.
and that's what i regret:
thinking that maybe...

if i wrote enough songs to replace
would it crowd the mind from anything
with the potential to make me cry
could i erase the slate for everyone?

photographs and rum
break the silence of secret names and poetry
i wished it all away
it isn't right
i promised myself i wouldn't let it get the best of me
too late for that

10:56 p.m. - 2005-02-08

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