This could break my heart, or save me
Nothings real, until you let go completely
Here i go, with all my thoughts
Ive been saving
Here i go, with all my fears
Weighing on me everyday
Three months, and im still sober
Picked all my weeds, but kept the flowers
And i know, it'll never be over
Three months and im still breathing
Been long rode since those hands have left my tears
It'll never be over
Three months and im still standing here
Three months and i get in bed with you
Three months and its still hard to breath now
Im living here without you here now.
Three months i hurt
Three months and im still breathing
Three months and i still remember it
Three months i wait for you to come back.
And you never did.
Three months..and im still sober...
**Adrian, thank you for giving me the worst ride of my life, and now im 3 months sober from you...
well done mill, , nice strong poem, , i like it, ,
that was beautiful... i wish you the best... remember 1 is to many and 1000 is never enough so take it one day at a time....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great write.