Every Day

I wake up every morning,
Bearing this burden you can't see.
It's been weeks since him and I last spoke,
And no one knows but me.

I get through every day,
Holding everything in so tight.
And I doubt I'll ever tell a soul,
Until every thing's all right.

I lie there every night,
While I think and think and think.
Could you still love me back?
Are you still my missing link?

And then I wake up the next morning,
Bearing that same burden you can't see.
And it's still been weeks since him and I last spoke,
And it's softly killing me.





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