Friday, November 4, 2011

Broken Hearts, Stonger Promises

I miss you
When you could move
ever since you got sick we began to drift apart
you feel gone even though you are close
depression mine as well of taken over at this point
it swells inside me like a volcano getting ready to errupt
my tears
they drip down my face as if it had been pouring for hours
its hard to accept that you wont get better
only worse
things haven't changed much though
you still push yourself
you hide everything under a thick blanket
but I can still see
what is worse is I know what is coming
you can't hold on forever
and I cant make you
your silence speaks a thousand words
hopefully you'll understand my choices long ago
all those fights
i hope you earased them
I dont want you to have bitter memories before your gone
I know you can't come back once your gone
like the leaves on the tress do when warm beautiful spring arrives
after having winters cold blanket of snow upon us
I can't help but ask every night before i go to sleep
and the words will slip out with a tear waiting to race down my face when the answer i recieve is no
will you be there in the morning

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