Venting..
Sucks.. She Basically Left To "Find Herself"..Now I'm Here, Trying To Be..If The Poem Reads Funny Sorry, Too Tired To Perfect It's structure..Maybe I'll Do It Later. Enjoy.
Seeing Your Not Here…I’ll Talk & You’ll Listen
Just Think Of,
The Millions Of Miles Apart,
Are Simply The Millions Of Miles I’ve Walked, Coming Back For You…
The Millions Of Miles Apart,
Are Simply The Millions Of Smiles That Spark, Looking Back At You…
Knowing Every Smile Reminds,
You, Of Every Smile Of Mine, Too
But,
Seeing Your Not Here…I’ll Talk & You’ll Listen
Just Think Of
The Millions Of Times I Fight With You,
Are The Millions Of More Times I’d Fight For You…
& The Millions Of Times I Fight With You,
Turns Into The Millions Of Times We’d Fight It Through…
Because All Of Those Phone Calls Every Night…
Just, Becomes That Phone Call Where We Fight, To Hold On..
But,
I Love You, I Love You, I Love You,
Sometimes I Often Forget That You Even Know
Is The Hardest Part Of Holding On Really Letting It Go?
People Say Never Stop Kissing Her, & You’ll Gradually Have Her
Why? When It’s Really That Last Kiss That Actually Matters
For Some Reason “I Miss You” Never Use To Seem As Strong
I Guess Those Words Have More Meaning When She’s Really Gone
Hell, What’s The Point Of Writing This? Fuck It, Forget It
Seeing I’ll Never Send It, And She’ll Probably Never Get It
Sometimes There Really Isn’t Any Advice To Be Given
Seeing Your Not Here…I’ll Talk & You’ll Listen..
Bless.