A Broken Dream

January 22, 2018

I cry in the middle of the night when you're sleep

My face wet with lonely, misunderstood, broken tears

Although you don't get the one you fell in love with

you don't get me deep inside

I do express myself thoroughly

you just don't understand my expression

so you run away to hide

I fall into a daze when i'm driving

not intentional...

it's just that sometimes...

the silence is too loud and its hard to bear

Broken dreams and quiet screams is all i painted in my memories

Silent talks and midnight walks dragging into the middle of nowhere

no path, no light, no tunnel

just the dark

the loud dark

waiting for someone to make a sound

even if its quiet

just some kind of a sound..... anything

I wait to be painted next to red roses and bright, sunny skies

bright and yellow like the sun dancing with smiles and dandelions

but i wake up from dreaming that beautiful dream of memories

and the present...

it stares me in the eyes

no yellow brick road, no white puffy clouds, no song playing making me ease on down the road...

just a lonely, cold room

painted with dull white walls that shows every scar that cut so deep into us

asking why we changed

and we sit there knees to chest back to back in despair

waiting for something or someone to save us

so we turn around and we look into each other eyes

and its not the same

the pain

the hurt

the scars

have overwhelmed our souls and replaced it with absent remorse

we could leave

but this is too familiar

so it has to be all there is.... right?

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