We're drifting apart lately
Its like you don't feel it
Everything we've had
Didn't know distance could steal it
I hear from you less
I'm emptier, day to day
Your silence feels toxic
I have so much still to say
A good thing turned bad
We couldn't keep it straight
inevitable circumstance
I guess we're just too late
I poured out my soul to you
You wept with me a tear or two
Almost made me feel brand new
Your compassion pierced me through and through.
You were perfect once
I'd wait for you
But you'd never ask
I'd do anything for you
Taking steps back
And not many forward
Our different paths
This thing's become cornered
I'll think less about you
And maybe ill feel better
Because its hard to live through
A text or a letter
Good luck to you
Good luck to me
Maybe ill see you...
What will be, will be
A poem based on true events.
By McKenzie Larsen
