dreaming of hope

if these nights were a story
written down in an elaborate setting of cruelty
would we be protaganists or antagonists?
it seems like morning washes us clean of all that has happened
you're slipping away
like that last glimpse of a dream that we see before we awake
i just want you to stay here, but i guess you're gone
i'll just stay lost and remain tempted to run through these walls between us
but you'll still be gone in another's arms
and i'll stay clutching whats left of my dignity
if i fell would you catch me?
or would you just let me collide with the soft grass
because you assume it wont kill me
you're the bird and i'm the tree
if you ever need a shelter just turn to me
some things are just better left unsaid
but i must admit that the aftermath of this event
is nothing more than desolate
so please excuse me as i scream in anger
because there's no one around
there's never anyone around.
if i knew any better i'd curse your name
but would good would that do?
i'm not trained with any sort of magical skill.
and if this church burns down will they rebuild?
if we burn down can we rebuild....
are we capable to believe, or are we just here for the aesthetic effect
will we run rampant for generations to come?
or will you and i just become dust in the earth..
i breathe and you breathe,
i bleed and you bleed,
i sigh and you smile.
i think we should be just fine for a while.