| 33. STUNNING LOSS |
| Will these tender hands ever be held again? And will this cautious heart ever beat? Will this open window stop tempting me to plummet to defeat. To plummet to defeat. Open the refrigerator. There will be a white rose with red ribbon and a special note. I want to make up for lost time, but forever might just take awhile. Open up my shaking soul. There will be a stuttering fool serenading you with all that he is. He'll say he's Sorrow seductively with those growling laughs, but don't believe him. Sorrow is me. I'll escort you to your car, and we'll drive away from all of this. We'll park up on the expensive hills overlooking dimly-lit dreams. But it's too late for me now, cuz I've missed my chance, my stunning loss. My head's in my hands. I can't forget the broken opportunity of two winters ago. You were dressed in black, you were dazzling. So I'm just a little curious. If I had the courage then, will I still have it now? And will my eyes, so timid then, now pierce your mind and finally make me proud? I'd escort you to your car, but I'm all alone. So I quietly sputter away, up to the extravagant, up to your expensive hill before this shriveled rose gives me away. My dimly-lit dream. |