How was I to know?
That you'd really go.
I thought we'd take it slow.
Are we really through?
Living without you,
I don't know what to do.
What does it all mean?
Maybe I'm just green.
I hope it's all a dream.
When will I move on?
Time but creeps along,
Now that you are gone.
In whom can I confide?
I don't feel safe inside,
And when I'm out, I hide.
Is the end in sight?
It's morning, then it's night.
I must begin to fight.
Who can help me see?
The man I'm meant to be:
Joyful, happy and carefree.
I have a life to live.
My calling is to give,
So why can't I forgive?
It's crazy, but it's true.
- Author: Eric Gama ( Offline)
- Published: July 18th, 2021 14:42
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 27
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