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Sickness of the heart
Am I supposed to sit back and watch
when you suffer and hurt
from the illness I inflicted
on your kind precious soul?
You expect me not to worry,
Oh, how easy it would be
(It's not going to happen
when you mean to much to me...)
You say it's okay
but I can feel the pain.
You accept that it's happened
and try to be strong,
but you helped me through it
and now you're alone.
I feel useless
I feel cold
I feel as though I need to do something
even though you're so far away
to take the pain
to ease the ache
so you can be well again.
Allow me my depression
and I'll allow you your rest
because I know that no matter what I do
I can't cure you of something
that takes a long hug and a kiss;
but I can give you my love...
