Sometimes I start to panic about the promises I’ve made
And I try to do the best I can
To make up for my mistakes.
Mistakes of the long forgotten past.
And when I ask her,
I ask her, I ask her about those moments
When I lied or cheated,
How she felt.
When I was scared away. When I was wandering those lonely
roads.
Thinking I was alone. In that lonely stretch of earth.
Do you hear my late night cries? Do you know that I miss
you?
I wonder if you care for me anymore.
Time has a way of erasing love from each other.
1 comment:
I seriously like the way this poem flows--especially considering that it was written with someone else. It shows you two work well together!
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