Saying that you're sorry
No longer is the same...
There are no kind words strong enough
to change the direction I've been going on...
It's so difficult to gain that strength
to leave my bed in the morning...
is like a small fish
keen to changes...
You've gotten so good at destroying yourself.
You implode with the soft gospels of the past...
With measured verse, I tried to make you hear
But meter fell to unromantic yards...
I thought it was complacency
Stole my passion for the dramatic...
I still know it.
I live in the city center, 26th Ave...
I'm in a place I can't explain.
A deep, hard to kick sort of pain...
My tears stain my pillow
though my smile says "I'm OK...
First, the snow does,
as your favorite...
Sad I sit and wait
For a brighter future, but...