I am attempting to encapsulate a whole slew of emotions and events in a reasonably compact song, my Magnum Opus, or whatever the hell it is I am working on. I am failing. My role in the events was the hero, the seducer, the gentleman and the coward. It is a song of love and lust, missed opportunities and what-ifs?
We were doomed before we ever met. She is moving 500 miles away this week...and yet, holding her in my arms as she fell asleep, I assumed there would be a tomorrow. Then it all faded away.
We were doomed before we ever met. She is moving 500 miles away this week...and yet, holding her in my arms as she fell asleep, I assumed there would be a tomorrow. Then it all faded away.
mellon:
Ouch. Sorry.