Torn apart of what to do
Neither go or stay...
When will you stop asking who I am?
When will you realize that I am your friend...
Do I make your skin crawl?
Do I remind you of your own fall...
Do I even love you now I wonder
Or is it just the idea of you...
In the hunt of yesterday
Less is gained, much is lost...
I bid you adieu
My lover of late...
In the spring, it was my lot,
to haunt the wires widest spot...
Sticks and stones break my bones
But words unspoken kill me...
I wanting only to embrace you with all the love...
I wanting only to be close to you but you rejected...
Things that I miss
Like smoke stained lips...
Love can not be found because it never was lost
It was always there and it will always be there...
What a sadness I felt..
No record of wrong...