Sunday, melancholy endings.
Still waiting for that song you promised to write me.
We are the under-appreciated haunting your dreams with promises yet to be fulfilled.
I wear my rose coloured glasses for you, for me.
"And you give yourself away, and you give yourself away,
And you give, and you give,
And you give yourself away,
With or without you,
I can't live, with or without you."
You sit playing guitar and singing by the Christmas tree, drinking your wine and you say, "I've got a couple dead strings".
Admitting weakness is never easy ~ the seven deadly sins ~ if you believe in sin, which I don't.