I look in your direction but the wind stopped me,
I walk in the wooden door and hang up my coat,
The TV is glowing; better than any kind of company,
A secret life- that I breathe and run in with myself.
A messed up kitchen, I forgot to clean last night;
Dinner with friends- another day in black and white,
Spoons and forks laying there- noodles and Olive oil,
An Italian smell circles around in the air of the kitchen.
A silver sink- with water pouring out of the faucet,
I look; I can see my own reflection looking at me,
My heart is torn- shattered into shards of glass,
Someone is on my mind that I cannot have; myself.
It's all just one big secret that I'm living here,
Foot steps up the creaking stairs- white room,
Lavender freshens the air; I'm tired of what I know,
I'm tired of guessing the things that I don't know.
I take my clothes off and sit on the edge of my bed,
There is something on my mind- feelings so real,
I think and think some more until I get frustrated,
I saw the love of my life- a silhouette so tall and pure.
It's freezing and I lay back and hit the pillow,
I hold my hands over my aching and beating heart,
Wishing; dreaming to see you in my deep dreams,
My eyes close, like always- wouldn't have it any other way.
