Too many years have gone by since I've seen
your face. Too many tears have been cried since
your day of grace.
Sorrow-filled eyes stand before you today, wishing
things would have gone differently. 'I wear my heart
on my sleeve, ' is what you were told. Than you took
me for granted when I loved you so.
Standing in the mirror, trying to look in.
Unfortunately, what's standing in front of me
isn't beautiful, pretty, or thin. To reach this
ideal structure, I have to scar whats with in,
Standing on the edge, hoping to one day
dive in. Unforunately, I'm scared of what's
waiting on the other end. One day I'll choose
to give my all, but for now my emotions are
I used to sit back with clarity and say, 'this will be my life someday.' That someday had come and someday has gone, and still I sit, alone, forgotten, lost. Too many times I stare at a blank page and wonder, on a re-do, can I get mine someday?
Some paths I've crossed, can they ever be crossed again? Will I ever know my true strength or continue thinking this is the beginning of the end? Life goes on, seasons change, but yet my heart still aches. What will happen happen if the coin flipped the other way? Would I get my re-do and feel whole again?
I love inside an indecisive mind. One where all I can think of is running away, scared, and blind. I close those off who can hurt me the most. My heart takes the lead, my mind sits frozen, cold.
Ideal is the future I believe to see. Of course, I'm covered with mindless uncertainty. With every decision there comes a price to be paid. I just want to make up my mind someday.
Whenever there's a change you find common ground; who's in, who's out. You learn of those you can trust, and those which were there for the fun.
Who would have thought it would take one move, to start losing those who've become close to you. As silly as this could be, I thought I'd be the first to walk away, leave. Alas, I have left my eyes open and can see, we may have never feen friends; just a few close blowing leaves.
For years you became my therapy, my release, my scapegoat. I became another person, most of the time a person I didn't like to become.
I always knew I had the power to take you in small doses, but taking you in multiple ones made life more fun, more tolerable; at least that's what I would quietly tell myself.
I don't know if you've
noticed, but I'm confused
by almost everything you do.
I thought all was great, but