Somewhere far from here… I’ll hold you, and whisper to you what is in my
heart.
Someday far from now… You’ll understand what my life has been
and love me anyway.
Someday…
Somewhere…
But not now…
Not here…
What Lies Beneath
I have seen it in you… that quality that I have found in all humans… a
certain innocence that never goes away… but with you it’s different…
You’re Pure.
So how can I touch you with these hands? How can I dream about you at
night? Why do I want you so badly… because
You’re Beautiful.
If you knew what I thought, what I dreamed of… you would kill me with those
guns you hide beneath your jacket. Heh, to die at your hands might not be
so bad… because…
You’re a Dream to Me.
One that I will eventually wake up from, and you’ll be gone, safe, faraway
from me and from…him. That portion of me that is hopelessly entwined, his
mark burned into my soul… and when I look into your eyes I can feel it, his
laughter across a thousand miles because he knows… he always knew…
You’re Special.
So I push you away and cringe inwardly at the tears in your eyes, because
inside of your heart… you are… you are…
You’re Dreaming Too.
And I can feel it when you’re near me because it vibrates through me as
well. That urge to touch, to hold, to… to…
You’re too Tempting.
And it gets harder to listen to the voice in my head telling me that it’s
wrong and you’ll be hurt, because of me… of what I am… but
You’re Stubborn.
And the only thing that keeps me going now is the hope that someday… far
from here… I’ll be holding you. That somewhere far from here you’ll be
mine. That someday… far from now… we’ll be together, and that it won’t
matter how long, or how old you are, even if I stay this way and you grow
old…
You’re Still Beautiful.
So I hold onto that someday…
That somewhere…
But not today…
And not here…
But someday…
Somewhere…
You’ll be mine.
