The rooms in my head are full.
filled with the pounding of my heart,
and the pain of yesterday.
And they are empty,
without beds or sofas,
without tables or chairs,
you are there.
Like a vapor,
you haunt every corner of my heart.
I try to escape the scent.
I try to run far,
no matter how far,
can help me escape.
YOU are in the rooms in my head.
Like a breeze the scent of the past fills me.
Peeking through it’s window my heart sees bits of the story.
And for that moment I am snapped back
to a place that makes me want to believe in happy endings.
And I find myself stuck between reality and pretending.
I must admit, that I still go there sometimes, that place in my mind,
Where we left that old house and all of our dreams behind.
when my life is in turmoil or I just want to believe
I wander back there through the door
but no one is there anymore…
So I push my heart back and remember where I am now
and why I left then
and I believe in today again.