Those blue green eyes never leave,
The memories don't fade away,
It's a full payment to my pain,
A prayer that you would come home.
There are words in this wind tonight,
Pleading me to look at the swinging lights,
Somewhere I've found compassion for my soul,
Placed a hand on my heart chanting 'no more'.
I have had conversations with myself,
I've tried to break away from within,
I've tried to reason with the anxiety,
Unfortunately it's found a home.
I'll rationalize till it's infuriating,
I'll clutch my chest and scream it out,
I'll let my eyes burn from tears till I'm blind,
But I won't stop grieving till I'm fine.
I'll cut out this piece from my body's soul,
No i won't preserve it but simply let it rot,
I'll bury it underneath one of the autumn trees,
Where you and I had our last moment of peace.
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