Both of you are so talented!!
Thank you sir, You're not so bad yourself. He's some of my other work...
Some nights, a bullet through my brain,
Sounds better than thinking about you.
Those nights, no matter how I refrain,
All I see, is those eyes so blue.
So tired, just want to sleep.
Will this night ever end?
All I ever was to you was a creep,
but you were, a dear friend.
The more I think about it,
The less of a friend I was.
I didn't blame you when you quit.
I don't blame you now.
Maybe I'm just trying too hard to let go.
Should it be this hard? How do I know?
Does it come naturally or through some campaign?
I still think of you when down falls the rain.
I'm not trying to call out to you,
I'm not trying to make it more difficult for you.
(And now I wonder if it was difficult at all. I don't think it was.)
Memories of you seem to be just one fuzz.
I'm just trying to clear my head.
I'm just trying, to save the poetry inside of me.
On that day I thought it was dead.
I hope you never read this poem.
I hope for you there will always be a home.
I'm trying so hard to be done,
No matter how hard I try, I always see the sun.
Maybe I'm just being over dramatic.
