In My Head
talk about old wounds healing slowly...
you’re in my head when the sun comes up
you’re still there when it’s long gone
i want to tell your how i feel
but the words are always wrong
i want you to know i really like you
i want you to know i care
and if you could like me a little bit
there’s so much we could share
maybe it’s all in my head
and the reality’s not what it seems
but i know that when i’m lonely
i can see you in my dreams
(i can see you in my dreams)
when i’m alone i think of you
it’s better than any drug
a thousand tomorrow’s for one of your smiles
a millennium for a hug
all these mixed emotions
they’re pulling me part
is it all in my head
or is it in my heart?
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I found this going through some old papers this morning dated 1991. Printed in all the glory dot matrix had in the day!
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Thief In The Night
To the thief in the night that took and replicated what once was mine: Honestly, I feel kind of bad for you. It’s funny, because we hardly know each other. I only know of you through the magazines you’ve written and the broadcasts you have televised in the past — as well as through the public mentions of you from your show business connections there.
By Snarky Lisa8 days ago in Humans
Comments (2)
This is sweet, makes me wonder who the special person was who you were thinking about though…hmm.
a sense of longing and vulnerability.