Upon the realization of gray
I slept with your memory
In my dream, I'm so scared
Somehow the end is coming
I realize I won't see you again
Seems others will know you
Of me you've no thoughts
No mention, and as I sit here trying to recall
Damn the shame of loving you so much
Our Blood looks at me, I scream
Somehow he must be shown
As I break down, I try and tell him
What I went through...how much the cost, of loving you.
But to him, like unto you,
When forever's over, we won't remember
how much I loved you ...anymore
I now awake, and for just a few moments
I can recall...this memory starts to fade
While I never conveyed
How much I loved you
This crazy story of us
Sure your bitterness, askews any pleasant thoughts
Still you cannot look at him, that you won't see me
And The Good Lord sends my Spirit in song
I realize...He ...knows!
a loved one holds his heart
a loved one holds his heart in her hands...
a powerful poem