Can I Have You to Hold (Part II)
December 5th 2007 02:27
Sometimes you are the voice inside my head.
My secondary stream of conscious, but it isn't the voice of reason; rather, it is the voice of treason.
You triumph over my normally overpowering logic, and make me dream of things that I know aren't possible, but I believe in them for that instant.
Like a snake who consumes a meal, and then just digests it for days,
so it is with my thoughts of you.
These thoughts resonate and marinate for a time.
Then, when they are done, mind triumphs over fantasy and I remember the truth...
our lives are scripted quite similiarly, yet we are different.
The same enough so that I understand you,
but different still.
I'd still like you to hold, to remember the days of old.
Both the good and the bad, it makes no difference now.
We've been down that road, and it's all so old, but I still yearn for you to hold.
It doesn't have to be forever, but it must be from the heart.
There are things that have been left untold, but that is the string that ties us together like a fancy bow - just waiting to be undone, but once untied - its magic is lost forever.
Our bond is wrapped-up in this red-taped bow; both of us too afraid to disturb it, but tripping over it nevertheless.
How long shall we continue this dance, my dear?
Years have come and gone, yet the mystery still remains.
It's been twenty-years, give or take a few, you'd think we'd be over it by now,
but as the years fly by, it seems to have gathered only more momentum and power,
and left only confusion in its wake.
We had our chance.
It's all over and finalized, so how come we seem to be getting more and more desperate to find out the "why's" and the "hows?"
Maybe because we both know it's not possible to have one another to hold, we keep dancing at a fevered pitch.
Maybe if I'd finally just have you to hold - one night to sort it out - it would be the end of our dance together...
I know I'll never have you to hold - not now - and not even for the days of old.
She's still your "one" and I'm about to ride off into the sun.
Without you, I will finally find someone else to hold.
Irony being King, you'll seek me out, without your "one," and you'll say, "Can I have you to hold?"
I'll be forced to fold, and I'll hang onto my new "one..."
all the while wondering, what would have happened if I'd had you to hold?
Would I finally stop yearning for the days of old?
Would my memories of you be bought and sold?
Until I finally have you to hold, my feelings for you will never grow cold.
My secondary stream of conscious, but it isn't the voice of reason; rather, it is the voice of treason.
You triumph over my normally overpowering logic, and make me dream of things that I know aren't possible, but I believe in them for that instant.
Like a snake who consumes a meal, and then just digests it for days,
so it is with my thoughts of you.
These thoughts resonate and marinate for a time.
Then, when they are done, mind triumphs over fantasy and I remember the truth...
our lives are scripted quite similiarly, yet we are different.
but different still.
I'd still like you to hold, to remember the days of old.
Both the good and the bad, it makes no difference now.
We've been down that road, and it's all so old, but I still yearn for you to hold.
It doesn't have to be forever, but it must be from the heart.
There are things that have been left untold, but that is the string that ties us together like a fancy bow - just waiting to be undone, but once untied - its magic is lost forever.
Our bond is wrapped-up in this red-taped bow; both of us too afraid to disturb it, but tripping over it nevertheless.
How long shall we continue this dance, my dear?
Years have come and gone, yet the mystery still remains.
It's been twenty-years, give or take a few, you'd think we'd be over it by now,
but as the years fly by, it seems to have gathered only more momentum and power,
and left only confusion in its wake.
We had our chance.
It's all over and finalized, so how come we seem to be getting more and more desperate to find out the "why's" and the "hows?"
Maybe if I'd finally just have you to hold - one night to sort it out - it would be the end of our dance together...
I know I'll never have you to hold - not now - and not even for the days of old.
She's still your "one" and I'm about to ride off into the sun.
Without you, I will finally find someone else to hold.
Irony being King, you'll seek me out, without your "one," and you'll say, "Can I have you to hold?"
I'll be forced to fold, and I'll hang onto my new "one..."
all the while wondering, what would have happened if I'd had you to hold?
Would I finally stop yearning for the days of old?
Would my memories of you be bought and sold?
Until I finally have you to hold, my feelings for you will never grow cold.
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