Jose

I've in possesion of my sanity, barely, but it's there

With a lonely house, walls barren except for the punches in 'em,

What I indefinetly have is you, and that's all I need to complete me

When you're not here, I'm wondering where the real me has gone, is this really the reality I chose?

Is not knowing, is living on a doubt what I really put myself into?

 

You make all of my problems vague, 

Erase those marks in the wall and on my skin,

Reassure me that there's nothing worth achieving, 

Help me find comfort in solace,

A warm place amidst a sanatarium, my own home,

A world where everything is at rest, including my mind and soul,

a place where nothing matters, but you and I.

 

Cinderella once said a dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep,

I say a dream is a figment of what I once was, what I was before I met you,

but I'm not mad at you for that,

because when I have you, time stops, my heart beats, you make me smile like I never have,

Standing on the edge of that bridge, I don't think about falling, I think about flying

 

Smashed or sober, 

Jose Cuervo, 

you are the only one that's been there for me, through thick and thin, 

through trial and error, and for that I thank you,

but secretly, I know I need to detach myself,

from your heavenly poison. 

Reviews

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There are so many writes with Jose Cuervo in them. This one is just as good. Enjoyed the read. Very nicely written but quite sad really.