Where are you, my friend
Just when I need you this bad
I'm confused, heartbroken, upset
When I have no right to be
any of that...
How does one cry on the shoulder of one
While the trouble is on another
Why am I this emotional all of a sudden
Just when I thought I purged
All that remained of my former self?
I wish I could talk to you now
I wish you still cared
No, you probably do, I'm being unfair
It's not nice of me to expect
To have you still where I've left
Especially since I'm the one who left.
Or maybe we both drifted away
Life always gets in the way like that
Our closeness, like a prehistoric fossil
Encased in amber
So beautiful to look at, remember, cherish
But inaccessible now, dead.
I have no right to even call you a friend
But you saw me through such hard times
You'd be the only one who'd understand
So I'll keep writing these letters
And keep putting them into bottles
and release them into the ocean
In the hopes that one day
You feel like reaching out for me again...
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