She
seemed so right
or
so I thought
but
a journey with her
is
much more than a walk
I'd kill to continue
she
wants to renew
but
a dirty conscience
wont
let this be true
can
I hold the weight
can
I carry the bags
can
I empty them out
or
will we always lag
these
are some thoughts
that
flew through my head
from
instincts that warn me
I
walk among dead
it
was my own fault
for
opening that door
but
now that Im in
I
cant ask for more
just
take what I've got
help
others who fall
when
the end draws near
Ill
stand before all
Im
sorry my angel
our
time has to end
your
wounds are too deep
for
my hands to mend.
Beautiful :)
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ReplyDeleteBut I swear to you now
I won’t ever forget
the times we once had,
I won’t ever forget
the love we once shared,
whether or not
it was tattered or worthwhile.
Because now all that’s left
is your haunting smile
that lingers between
the I-could-have-done-something’s.
I could have said nothing,
so instead I held you by the hand
and traced the scars
in your palms
whose depths will always
be unknown
because your wounds are too deep
for the mending I could offer
your ways are too astray
for me to ever follow closer.
So tonight I’ll walk through
haunted graveyards
amidst the dead by my side
and think of how
I could never forget
my angel with her tattered wings
that my hands could never mend.