And once again I have to ask my self:
“was it just a dream?”
But the pictures of us reminds me
that it really happened.
I don’t recall a single care
just greenery and humid air
and the memories of nights spent
in intence states of excitement
thinking “these are moments to remember.”
Now I know that it was all but lies,
and that I once more was made to be
nothing more than a doormat.
But those are many months past
and if I saw you now, I wouldn’t think twice
about who you are or what you’re worth
Still, I remember what you made me feel
And late at night I have to stop
and ask myself once more:
If I had someone, someone like that
to walk me home and hold my hand
and lie next to me every night,
Would I cease to feel so lonely?