Dreaming of Silver Roses

 

I can’t remember what broke your heart

I just remember the way you felt in my arms

I held you close, squeezed your hands with mine

I was a good distraction at the time…

 

There have been moments we laughed till we cried

Joy bubbling over from all the happiness inside

I was caught up in the glow as you smiled

I was a good distraction at the time…

 

Sometimes you were angry with nowhere to hide

I could just listen as tears would silently slide.

I let you rant and watched the pain subside

I was a good distraction at the time….

 

One of lost our way from time to time

I knew I had no real road map inside

In the dark, hand in hand, but always side by side

I was a good distraction at the time….

 

I can’t remember why we chose not to be there

I just remember the way that you cared.

Whatever we cut, your meeting or mine

I was a good distraction at the time…

 

I was a good distraction… for a time.

Filed under: life, poetry, relating well on October 24th, 2009