the lights flickered
and then went out again
i felt the heat close
but did not see it coming when...
you pressed your lips to my
cheek and pulled me close
i slid my hand across your thigh
and thought that I had overdosed...
i am not dreaming
this is what we will
fight about tomorrow
there will be no screaming
just a silence so thick
it equals sorrow.
i don�t regret last night
or other times we caved
and though I hate to fight
it is the effect of what I crave...
in the aftermath
painted a different shade
to pretend indifference
but i don�t lie in the bed you made...
i am not dreaming
this is well worth
fighting for tomorrow
there will be no screaming
i don�t want you
to know my sorrow.