Things could be better
Yet, they could be worse
You were my last
And you were my first
I knew the storm was coming
Yet, I do not know where it was made
Now, it's too late for shelter
Too late to look for shade
I know I said I was alright
And that I was okay with this
But I can't help myself
From wanting to clinch my fists
Where do we go from here?
Do we go forward, do we go back?
Which ever direction we choose
Could I ever win you back?
Because it seems that battle
Has already begun
It seems that war
Has already been won
I can't picture life
Without you by my side
My life ended overnight
But, at least I tried
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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3 comments:
Which ever direction we choose
Could I ever win you back?
... your poems are awakening so many old emotions in me :) I think your purpose as a writer has been accomplished.
Thank you, it means a lot to hear something like that.
;)
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