We're On To Better Things (I Hope)
I'd kiss you
If I knew it wouldn't sting
But you can't promise that I won't hurt.
Cold, distant stares burn
And your burning touch freezes me up
I know you mean well
But you're killing me with kindness
Now all that's left for me is to dig myself a grave
Right beside you in bed
Because I have a feeling we're still got a long way to go
And I'm anything but just here for the ride.
We're going somewhere great, babe.
I just hope we'll pull this one off too,
And maybe this time it'll be pain free.
A/N- I didn't dream up this one, I felt it. This is one of those poems where I have an idea of where it came from but... Writing poetry is half the fun. The best part is trying to figure out what you meant.
The Fourth Fate