I was so close to taste it almost,
with so much grace
embracing the feeling
or so it was seeming.
On the tip of my tongue
the words nearly rolled
as i sang our song
knowing it wouldn't last very long.
This feeling is still untold
it embraces itself so bold.
Like a story that is worn
i began to feel a little unsure,
i felt a little dought
so i made sure the words
didn't leave my mouth.
It felt as though i could
throw my words around
but i couldn't pick up
the pieces in which they left.
Every word i breathe
is every promise i grieve.
I find myself saying,
'Its not that i don't trust
you, its just i don't know
what you've been up to.'
So Ive turned the feeling inside out
so i can see the part i wouldn't
normally see and with this
let the future be.
