the summer story, going by 1, 2, 3.

oh sweet, summer breeze
come carry me away
take me far from the attacks;
of the ridiculing people
take me back to yesterday, where fantasies still came true
where i wrote out my life, with my scribbling pen
mistakes were oblivious and smiles were endless

my path came easy, and no confusion was made
but now, as i walk my upon the lonely road,
there are forks every right turn,
and upon every left; the bumps and the rubbish create disaster

take me back to when the world was nice
when fairytales came true
and happily ever after was not a myth

where i could hold you in my arms
and not be tied away from your embrace

i'd never thought the words "i wish" would haunt me in my dreams;
yet to the amount i heard you say it last night, makes me stare off into space in wonder...

in wonder; to think of those nightmares creeping up to me
whispering in my ear,
runaway....


a year from now, or maybe two,
a different person looked into the mirror
age has grabbed a hold of time

falling backward
scrambling for lost time
out of mind, blinking blankly

watching the mist in front of yourself...

seeing what you have covered before
watching how your love has blinded you
and you only want what is rightfully yours,
never thinking of what could be theirs as well

nightmares grab you
daydreams push you
and as you scream within the webs that have caught you,
you wonder why you're talking to yourself in third person..

why is it so hard when you fall, deep down into the hole?
the one thing i promised myself was i would not fall down
during those left turns on my path,
i'd keep watch for those ruthless holes
i've fallen before, and recently too,
but i said NO more, please

and yet here i am...
once again learning the difference between holding a hand and falling in love;

as i storm off, getting mad and quiet
i want my side of the story
i want my happily ever after
not once thinking of your side,
and your after..

guilt over comes and fights cease
just to happen all over again

i want you to understand,
possibly because i want to understand myself

i'm going to love you,
whether you like it or not,
and whether it's the story i would have written in pen or not,
and start by telling the truth, all over again.