It’s not the being alone
Or missing everyone
It’s probably that I’m prone
To think of all I’ve done
To them to you to us
To those I love but me
That you did what you must
To say no more be free
I’ve time enough to think
Time and then some more
Coming to the brink
Preparing for the fall
A quick and heavy landing
For my grace was not too high
You won’t hear it from where your standing
I doubt you’ll even try
And who would blame you if you didn’t
Just look at what I’ve done
My shame i keep it hidden
From you from everyone
Now it doesn’t matter
to you or me no more
Our love it lays in tatters
In pieces on the floor
And me I stand above it
Whilst you walk out the door
Leaving it uncovered
For me to see it all
About the Creator
Daniel Oconnor
My passion is words, when I write it usually takes no more than half an hour to bring to life what I’m thinking... if I leave it inside my head i obsess over the thoughts and they transform into something I can’t express...
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