Here We Are
So here we are my old and dear friend.
At the end of our time,
all the best parts were truly sublime.
I held you so close in all loving ways.
Maybe I never showed it in all the right ways.
Here we are at the end of this road.
With no clear vision,
or chances to hold,
the dreams of my youth or what I hoped you had too.
I lay here now and just feel hollow and through.
I've lost you I know I'm dead to thee too.
So here we are my soul is crushed at last.
My hearts still in your hands,
but you never even knew how much I truly cared or needed you too.
Now I'm just a spectre of grimm,
A memory of hatred torture and spin.
Here we are now and I miss you so much.
I wish you could love me but I'll never be enough.
I'm so sorry I failed and have been wretchedly cruel.
I still love you my dear,
I never wanted anyone but you.
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