The Last Conversation

"I don't have the same feelings as you"

"Don't make me look like the bad guy"

"I'm not a prize to be won"

May be weak of heart
And strong of will
The once sweet tasting cantaloupe
Now is as bitter as her heart still

Mid summer nights dream
Dreamt a dream of lying next to her
Forever in embrace

Touching so gently
Touching lips on her bed
Her face on mine
My hand in hers

Two distant souls
Together the same

The rain is nothing
Nothing more than my tears
The flood consumes
To set my burning heart out

Chaos screaming chaos

The flow is not with me
I'm not all alone
Feel the feel
Words surreal
Each slash at my heart
As you lay down to sleep