As I sit here with pen in hand,
writing to you for forgiveness.
The tears that run down my pale cheek.
I write to you because,
I have the thought
Of losing you forever in my head.
I feel the gentle
breeze of spring run through my hair.
then I stop thinking of losing you,
But I think about how I'm free
Of your hurt.
Free like the wind blowing
Through the blooming trees,
Free like the blowing
the green grass from side to side,
Free like the wind running
Through my tangled hair.
The memories you gave me
was not love like we thought,
It was a scar that you
left on my right eye.
The memory of pain
So as the wind
blows my papers out of my hands, I do not try to run after them.
I let them fly into the water,
and drown.
Just like I'm doing to
the memories of you
