Petrified sacrificial angel doll
Brush a cheek, a soft lipped kiss
Fractured forever in a memory never made
Porcelain turned to flesh, left
In a photographic wish of youth
Drowning in blue eyes and soft curls
My face in the nape of your neck
Never happened, but my mind digresses
As my soul transgresses so many miles
So many years, so much time
I just wanted what was never mine
Just wanted… my angel to come to life
.. ..
Two in an eight-billion chance
A romance in happenstance that didn’t happen
A heart still held, feelings still felt
Feeling so damn real that they couldn’t be
Because perfection’s infection
Would have left me dead, and gone
But I’m still lingering
With a love on hold
.. ..
Just a ghost of a chance
A romance in happenstance that didn’t happen
The only way to rub two sticks together
When this one’s all alone is to break it again
So there’s no chance for a spark
I expect, just a broken heart in retrospect
With a thought that refuses to die
No matter how much time, or how far it flies
.. ..
Maybe I should burn your photo
Rip your picture to tiny pieces like my dreams
From 20 years ago, dead and gone, and all so wrong
But I’ll be damned if they didn’t feel right
And don’t feel right again tonight
What should I do to make you leave me alone
Like you left me alone so long ago
Burning like hell with this fucking memory
Of a love that was more one sided
Than masturbation in a mirror