Everything I ever dreamed of. . .
Yep, that's exactly what I'd get.
I was shown it all - driving by scenes of my life.
It looked perfect.
I could see flashes of magical things I imagined.
The Devil showed me.
I knew she was the devil.
She was lifeless in the eyes.
Dead in the heart.
She was in my head.
Telling me of all things I'd be, what I'd become.
It was amazing.
I was in awe.
But someone was missing.
I wasn't in love.
He was gone.
I'm not sure who he was.
Or if he even exists?
But the feeling that I had, the feeling of him not there was hurting my hands.
My hands felt so much pressure.
I kept rubbing them.
And she insisted on an answer!
Now, yes or no?
What will it be.
It doesn't happen like this - I said.
I didn't hear laughter.
I didn't see his hands.
I didn't see our playful energetic love.
I didn't see me.
In an instant she was gone.
All the beauty before my eyes vanished.
I felt sad.
But more than that I felt. . .
my tears roll down my cheeks and the pressure from my hands fade.
Those are pleasant tears - I know it.
And there I was left in my humble room.
On my own.
My own way.
With a smile on my face, knowing . . .
I'll get there.
This was one of those dreams that felt like it wasn't a dream. Maybe it was. I don't think so.
Reminds me so much of this song by Angus & Julia Stone. "The Devil's Tears"
He said "I am the devil, boy, come with me
And we'll make many storms"
He offered me the universe
But inside my heart there's a picture of a girl . . .