11-17-2013, 11:21 PM
Version 2.2
I plummet, as I lie in bed,
just as I start to slip away,
through memories of things you said,
and all the things I wished to say.
And when, in time, I end this fall,
as in some restless sleep I drown,
I meet your eyes; but that is all:
even in dreams, you turn me down.
I rise to live another day,
if living is this thing I do.
I act, and say what I should say,
but still I think of only you.
I plummet, as I lie in bed,
just as I start to slip away,
through memories of things you said,
and all the things I wished to say.
And when, in time, I end this fall,
as in some restless sleep I drown,
hopelessly, I meet your eyes; but that is all:
for even in my dreams, you turn me down.
Again, I rise, to live another day,
if living is the word for what I do.
I act as I should, say what I should say,
but all the time, I think of only you.
I plummet, as I lie in bed,
just as I start to slip away,
through memories of things you said,
and all the things I wished to say.
And when, in time, I end this fall,
as in some restless sleep I drown,
I meet your eyes; but that is all:
even in dreams, you turn me down.
I rise to live another day,
if living is this thing I do.
I act, and say what I should say,
but still I think of only you.
I plummet, as I lie in bed,
just as I start to slip away,
through memories of things you said,
and all the things I wished to say.
And when, in time, I end this fall,
as in some restless sleep I drown,
hopelessly, I meet your eyes; but that is all:
for even in my dreams, you turn me down.
Again, I rise, to live another day,
if living is the word for what I do.
I act as I should, say what I should say,
but all the time, I think of only you.

