Dreams for You



Silence.
We exchange plesantries,
you leave,
like always.

For once,
to break the mold,
what I'd I give for the chance again.
To have the perfect place.
To say what I have to say.

I've blown it twenty times too many.
Damn my tied tongue,
damn my meekness.

I stand here,
cracking this constant smile,
always crying inside.
Greiving each passing day,
knowing I don't do what I should,
letting you down,
every way I know how.

If have so much hidden from you,
so much you should know.
More than I can say,
more than I do.

I don't know where to start,
or where to go from there.
If I could go back in time,
to start things fresh,
and just say what you mean.
I could close my eyes,
shut off the world,
and dream for you once more.