Dripping Springs Campground100 Words
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.
U2:
"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.
And you?