I smell roses on the table
&& hear rain on the roof
The rain might be all in my head
But of the roses I still have proof
I remember your chest as my pillow
As soft voices blend in the dark
Our lover’s dreams never ending
Thoughts paced to the beat of your heart
You talk about dreams of tomorrow
I talk about dreams of today
We talk about our dreams together
Afraid that we’ll get in our own way
Conflicted our love is unspoken
Restricted our love is unshown
And though promises sometimes broken
Through out all our love is still known
I reside in the inner workings of what used to be his heart
So I’m there to put back together what he thinks has fallen apart
And when his life seems without purpose I’m right there to get him on track
And on nights he feels like he’s worthless
I’m always there pulling him back
To the scent of roses on the table
And the sound of rain on the roof
The rain might’ve been all in my head
But of the roses I still have proof
Pull you back to your chest as my pillow
Pull you back to that voice in the dark
Pull you back to loves dreams never ending
Pull you back to the beat of your heart.
Written: 04/21/08
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