what is it that I regret,
what did I actually expect.
what is it that I earn for,
but even now dare not implore...
you remember, when memories are lost;
or when one is outside your thoughts.
but, the essence very much there, fermenting
the oneness and warmth still haunting.
the same ole crap, 'soulmate',
mustve seemed too chaste.
a soul akin, a mate truly dear
sadly, couldnt last or endure.
while I stand alone by the sea shore,
hurt and dulled by the thud of the door;
the waves seem to gently remind,
some things in life do not rewind.
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