Oh lord, my god, whatever
have I done?
I can't believe I let it
slip to this;
I simply want to turn away
and run!
But now I turn and start to
reminisce,
Of nights when we first
talked without a care.
How wondrous the words said
between us were.
What was it that has changed
'tween here and there?
I now doubt we will ever
know for sure.
I know there was more than
your share of stress
But must we so cold and
abrupt depart?
And must I also face such
dire duress?
I'd quite prefer you rip out
my own heart.
Since with my simple failure
I must live,
Please know the fastest heal
is to forgive.
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