In hours passed, attempting to see
How I can survive when we shall part
With endless movement I've tried to blind
Myself from the approaching guarantee
One will become two on any new sunrise
What will I do without her?
It's now I know I've already inched away
In my childish ways, I've sunk into myself
Always, she is but 10 feet from me
It's as if she's already left for the north slope
So with this, my revelation
Can it be called so?
I've known for months, and when it came in reproach
I sent the bastard away
But now I can admit, in doing that, I've rejected myself.
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