Disenchanted
Easing your way through my thoughts,
Disenchantment of a pretty ideal
Set on a pedestal and burnished with gold;
Or maybe some marble statue
With every feature frozen in place
So beautiful, so heart wrenching, so frozen.
And slipping through tear-wet streets
Hanging on to lullabies of silver and silk,
Destined to lose ourselves in a paper cut tragedy
Don’t tell me goodbye; don’t tell me goodbye.
Let promises linger in the space between us
Where nothing lives but forever and
A rose, and a kiss, and two hearts intertwined,
Where times stands still for us
And we can believe that this is real,
And you’re still here within me,
Slipping inside my every daydream,
Reminding me of how something can seem so perfect
Until it becomes so disenchanted;
And stroke of midnight, bloodshot eyes,
Don’t tell me goodbye; don’t tell me goodbye.
It’s not goodbye.
Only I’ll see you later.
In my dreams.
