Inside of my Eyelids.

I'll close my eyes,

And dream of the day I see you again.

But I've been stuck in this nightmare,

For far too long.

Will I ever have that part of me back?

Or am I holding onto something that slipped through my fingers,

A long time ago?

Only time will tell.

But time is slowly running out.

Like the grains of sand,

Through an hour glass.

I've painted sunny days,

With a view of the lake,

On the inside of my eyelids.

Because that's what reminds me of better days.

Days when life was good.

Honestly, though.

I haven't seen that scene in so long..

That I don't remember what the reality looks like.

If I give you my hand, will you lead me to the lake?

Will you show me what those sunny days really feel like?

Maybe that's all it's meant to be though.

A memory.

Even though I don't have it now...

At least I can look back on the photos,

And crack that grin you loved so much.