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Thursday, November 13, 2008
I wrote you a letter;It contained everything I wanted to sayWell, not really everythingBut mostly what I had to get out of the wayIt wasn't long and winding,Neither was it short and succinct.In fact it was rather painful and it hurt that I had to be so curtYou made me this way,I'm sorry,But 'Sorry' doesn't change a thingSo I'm handing this letter to you right nowAnd I'm going to be walking awayIf I had my choice I'd choose otherwiseBut Life is one bitch of a rideCircumstances, they sayI've got nothing to hideMaybe I lie when I say thatBecause I am not revealing everything that's on my mindBut that's for me to deal withNot youFor you've chosen to walk awaySo now I'm walking away from the spot where you once stood inAnd turning my back to you.I would have stayed there forever to catch you if you fellTill I realised I was gradually becoming rooted to the groundOne thing still needs to be said, I thinkAnd I think I've been quite clear with youI've bared my heart, my soul and everything of meIn walking this far with youExcept. This letter, I've yet to give it to you.
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