I'm sitting in the dark thinking, remembering, yes reminiscing of days gone past. How is it you don't know, how is it you can't show, how is it you turn your back, how is it you give me this flack. Three years gone by, wait, no four. Yet I am still waiting, still searching, and so I will until my body hits the floor. Your existence makes me a better me, wait, the best. Even when you walk away and it's no longer in your arms I rest. It's because you share a part of my soul, and that you don't deny. It's your breath, yes your life that makes my spirit fly. Though I have walked through purgatory, and yes my steps did falter, I am sorry for the wrong I've done, I've gone before the alter. I hope someday you forgive me and can at least be a friend, but I can assure you, I won't stop trying until the end.
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