Its getting late
I should be sleeping,
But I'm not,
I'm laying in bed grasping,
grasping onto everything I
have of yours.
I lay here weeping, praying to god,
begging him dearly,
to show me the way.
Should I be here or
should I not?
Should I move on or
should I stay?
I don't know,
but I wish I did.
We're both so tired
tired of many things,
But yet I'm still as
in love with you as much
as I was in the beginning.
I pray to God and
I beg Him because
I love you and
I want to be with you,
only you, but for us,
I want happiness as well,
and between us it cant be found.
