I wish there was something I could say that would put the life back in my heart,
I wish there was something I could say that would let you in, without tearing you apart.
I wish there was something to say that would make it okay to just give up.
There's nothing to say, that can heal this pain, without reopening the cut.
I bleed into you, halfway to to top, I bled all of me, after halfway you walked away not asking me to stop, pouring onto the floor, you never closed the tap. Behind me you came, batting the back of my skullcap.
Dying on the floor, I take a look back up. I love you dear, I don't know what I did, but I can tell you've hade enough. Goodbye my love. I whispered back and left.
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The Man Who Lived Behind The Sun
Poesia...the story of love, and being ripped apart by realizing that having a family wasn't quite in the cards. Falling from the love you found happiness in, but soon came to realize you came just a bit too short in everything you have done to keep holdin...
