January 21, 2003
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I never meant it to feel like that
didn't want the pain.
Yet I go back there again and again
and again.
No excuse, no reason, just lost
and looking in at something I can't have.
Because I don't know what it is.It's coming back to me now
and once it's here, I'll never
let it go away.
I'm sorry for the anger
the tongue I couldn't control.
It wasn't meant to be so bold,
so cold, so unforgiving and dead.It's my head, not my heart.
I won't let that go too.
But it's coming back to me now
somehow, someway.
I'm less lonely today
as I melt into blue.
And thank you for all of that
and for all of this.Someday it just might make sense.
Comments (3)
Oh, the tongue can be a world of woe can't it?
I keep hoping the same thing, and if it doesn't seem to get completely better, at least it changes to keep in interesting. Peace.
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