I am trying to write,
The best I can.
But I don't have the strength nor the words.
Still, I will do my best,
Because you asked me to.
Think this as a letter,
Page of paper,
Ink splatter and bad writing.
That's just what it is.
A letter.
One I regret writing.
I will take my leave,
I do not have place to call home.
I have lost you,
As have you,
Lost me.
You are going away,
To a new place,
New friends,
A new life.
I am trying harder,
Study what I need.
Becoming who I am suppose to be.
In all this rush,
We lost grip of each other.
I can't hear you voice calling anymore.
Our souls seems to been drifting apart.
Today I understand.
That this was the right choice,
For the both of us.
I won't be seeing you again my friend.
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