two months in five days
and ive never spoken my mind
next time
i tell myself
next time
but seconds turn to hours turn to days
and now months have passed
so i look back with regret
and look forward with
fear of being with you
fear of losing you
i have been counting the days
but really i should be counting down time
we are running out
and as the saying goes
too little too late
you will leave
i still will have never spoken my mind
we will be lost souls forever
wandering this earth
