david wesley writes

Saturday, December 08, 2007

watchers out there,

promises don't mean a goddamn thing.
i dreamt about you last night.
you promised that you'd be out of my life,
but not last night.
i saw you there in a driveway, standing.
it was dark, but i could see your every move.
but promises don't mean a goddamed thing.
i gripped the sheets a little tighter.
you kissed me, but only in my dream.
i woke up, and i was crying.
the only thing i had was me.

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