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3 Months, 2 Weeks, and 1 Day
Times when I'd rather keep my face dry
I turn and make my words cry.
I allow my pen to become my eyes
Making my ink filled tears pour
Down my face which is the page because your…
Not here anymore.
It's been 3 months, 2 weeks and 1 day
Since that day you walked out on me
Ripping out a hole
In my sensitive soul
The size of a cereal bowl
Full of life.
Because that's what you took away
And my life will never be the same.
But now I just can't stop writing and saying your name
Because you looked at my heart and took your aim
Then opened your mouth as you did proclaim
That in the fire of your love I'd get lost in the flames.
And now I feel the fire on my torso
I feel like I'm running out of airflow
Or drowning in a pool that's far from shallow
And now I'm caught in this limbo
Watching my feelings go up and down like a yo-yo
This is too much for me to swallow…
See sometimes its hard for me to let my feelings go
Please understand that I've never been here before
Because whenever I think that love is about to start
I shut myself off and just let my pen become my heart
And the pen strokes I make represent the pumping
My words become my blood rushing
Once this love travels through my veins
And reaches up top and enters my brain.
Deep inside, I assumed that you knew how I felt...
But my mind wasn't ready for the love you dealt
I feel like this is just a test
Something out there is trying to protest
our love... our strength... our togetherness...
It's been 3 months, 2 weeks, and 1 day since you left me
I'm like a blind man who cannot see
His way down this stormy, curvy road of life daily
So please tell me,
How much longer are you going to punish me???