[This poem is for everyone and the hope that we have a good 2006 and stay strong and healthy and also that we get further along that path to finding our true selves and our true loves in this life. So peace & good luck!]
Next Year
Maybe next year we will still be together.
Maybe next time, when my heartache feels better.
Maybe next chance, I won’t smile and part.
Maybe next Christmas, you can handle my heart.
I realize that you may love me, and I know that I can’t.
All the life that I’ve had, and I’m lost in this dance.
Like how could I resurrect, when the darkness still comes?
And how could you have love for me, when you’ve had that much fun?
But what’s one? One life, one love, one hug?
Is the question that I‘m asking just pointless and dumb?
How did you know who I was, was I a book you read?
When Romeo met Juliet, Romeo was dead?
Happy Birthday, I remember it’s tomorrow I know,
And my present is my love and I’ll try this year to grow.
But even if I can’t I’m so happy you know,
Because you smiled at me laughing when we know that we’re cold.
When this universe is so great, I doubt we matter at all,
If god is just a concept, and every love falls,
And if we hold each other tighter and it seems so real,
Maybe next time you can feel just a piece of what I feel?
Because that’s all I think about in this world all alone,
Making poems about an impossible life I’ll never hold.
Know you’re the only kind of friend who I need in this life,
If you want to come with me, just if you know what it’s like,
Take my hand, I can stand, but they fire so fast,
There’s a story that I wonder but there’s something to ask:
Though honesty is harder, rarer than I ever believed,
Next year at this time, where do you think we will we be?
Hope that next year I’ll be free, with a note in my hand,
Scribbled out, "I still love you, still alive, got a plan,
And I remember how you died but you rose from the dead,
Because you finally found yourself, to say the things that you said."
Next Year
Maybe next year we will still be together.
Maybe next time, when my heartache feels better.
Maybe next chance, I won’t smile and part.
Maybe next Christmas, you can handle my heart.
I realize that you may love me, and I know that I can’t.
All the life that I’ve had, and I’m lost in this dance.
Like how could I resurrect, when the darkness still comes?
And how could you have love for me, when you’ve had that much fun?
But what’s one? One life, one love, one hug?
Is the question that I‘m asking just pointless and dumb?
How did you know who I was, was I a book you read?
When Romeo met Juliet, Romeo was dead?
Happy Birthday, I remember it’s tomorrow I know,
And my present is my love and I’ll try this year to grow.
But even if I can’t I’m so happy you know,
Because you smiled at me laughing when we know that we’re cold.
When this universe is so great, I doubt we matter at all,
If god is just a concept, and every love falls,
And if we hold each other tighter and it seems so real,
Maybe next time you can feel just a piece of what I feel?
Because that’s all I think about in this world all alone,
Making poems about an impossible life I’ll never hold.
Know you’re the only kind of friend who I need in this life,
If you want to come with me, just if you know what it’s like,
Take my hand, I can stand, but they fire so fast,
There’s a story that I wonder but there’s something to ask:
Though honesty is harder, rarer than I ever believed,
Next year at this time, where do you think we will we be?
Hope that next year I’ll be free, with a note in my hand,
Scribbled out, "I still love you, still alive, got a plan,
And I remember how you died but you rose from the dead,
Because you finally found yourself, to say the things that you said."
