dis-enchanted

Beautiful threads are woven
As ties are surely broken
It's never the same
the very next day
As you lay there, woken.
Dreams are slowly spoken
As surely as promises broken
And never again
will you see her again
As you lay there hoping.
Glorious dusk is over
As stars quietly flicker
It's never too late
find the right words to say
She's still buried where you left her.
It's you who is blind
to believe your own lies
Although you will never forget her.

(c) Jessie Olson