I found pure bliss
But pushed it away
Ignored your kiss
I'd turn the other way
And now I miss
When I hear you say
That I'm your state of grace
With broken wings
And broken spirit
I make my way
From this place
My soul fell through
No one could lift it
I have fallen
From my state of grace
My state of grace
I love your writing. This is no exception. The emotion behind the words displays the guilt we feel having missed out on the best. Keep it up Sammi!