Finding Yonder

Dreaming with a Broken Heart

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
Then waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with her crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my , roses in my hands?

Would you get them if i did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
Then waking up is the hardest part

And once again I find myself in the same spot: listening to John Mayer, writing in my journal, mending a broken heart.

He has got it spot on with this song. I find the mornings the most difficult part of my day. It's when I wake up and have to remind myself that this is my life, that this is happening to me. Every morning I have to remember, and then re-accept what has happened to me. Trevor is gone and not coming back.

The rest of the day carries on ok (some days are more ok than others) until the evening. I think about him around the time that he would be getting off work, and half expect him to come over and talk about his day. It's then that I miss him most.

It just feels so wrong without him. He was my best friend, and I miss him.

posted by Lisa @ 11:08 PM