first draft: 9/8/2013
last edit: March 10, 2016
by Banuk
Most nights I fare well
I lay on my bed, I think of you and the morrow
I count the days and I’m glad that the days move by faster
But some nights I don’t get by as well
I lay on my bed, I think of you and I feel my sorrow
I count the days and impatiently I curse why days are painfully longer
In those sorrowful nights, I meander on the memories of last summer
The country roads we drove past, the beaches we’ve swum under
and all those sweaty nights we’ve spent together.
I hold on to those memories of last summer to get by on this winter
My body's own memory aches for you
While my heart remembers every detail about you
My brain, on the other hand, daydreams of a beautiful future
with you and I in it and the life we will together nurture
Those nights filled with meanderings are the loneliest of nights
On those nights I am reminded of the real tragedy of our romance -
not having you beside me.
On those night like tonight, I have to endure the silence of my own longing
It's deafening.
last edit: March 10, 2016
by Banuk
Most nights I fare well
I lay on my bed, I think of you and the morrow
I count the days and I’m glad that the days move by faster
But some nights I don’t get by as well
I lay on my bed, I think of you and I feel my sorrow
I count the days and impatiently I curse why days are painfully longer
In those sorrowful nights, I meander on the memories of last summer
The country roads we drove past, the beaches we’ve swum under
and all those sweaty nights we’ve spent together.
I hold on to those memories of last summer to get by on this winter
My body's own memory aches for you
While my heart remembers every detail about you
My brain, on the other hand, daydreams of a beautiful future
with you and I in it and the life we will together nurture
Those nights filled with meanderings are the loneliest of nights
On those nights I am reminded of the real tragedy of our romance -
not having you beside me.
On those night like tonight, I have to endure the silence of my own longing
It's deafening.