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The end is the beginning. 6/4/04
Your voice rapes my ears.
The dieing of your voice
is one of my secret fears.
I miss the laughter that we made.
We wouldn’t even have to try.
The day I bade
you goodbye.
I see your picture
everywhere.
I go to find you.
Even though I’m looking for anything else.
But I don’t really want to.
A different voice takes my time.
A colder hand is holding mine.
I wish you hadn’t scarred me so
or said goodbye.
I want to tell someone I love them
but deep inside
I know
It’s a lie.
I know there was a time I touched you
with my words
I even loved you.
Those days are gone
we’re moving on.
I wonder if I would take it all away
even if I knew.
