I Did This To Myself
The days go by so faintly,
But the pain throbs in my heart.
I wish I could do this over,
And begin again from the start.
Words are scattered bullets,
That left my big mouthed gun.
They targeted my happiness,
And killed away the fun.
·
The echoes of the casings,
Still cling within my mind.
If I could touch Dali’s clock,
I’d repaint the hands of time.
To a time...when I was with you,
To restore all of my wrongs.
But this life replays to me,
Like a sad love song.
·
My actions are still hazy,
But the results are all too clear.
If I could cast some magic,
I’d snap my fingers to bring you here.
But life is not that easy,
We make things so hard.
What started out as easy,
Is signed with sorrow’s regards.
·
Man, I’m in a daze,
A dream I can’t wake from.
As the world moves around me,
My emotions are still numb.
As I achieve my accomplishments,
From all the things I do.
Believe me...they mean nothing,
If I can’t share them with you.
·
As you rest on your happy pillows,
I toss and turn on mine.
I have come to my conclusion,
That separation is divine.
Maybe one day you’ll return,
To color in this black and white sky.
Nothing I do...can reclaim you,
And only God knows why.
·
I’m speeding to get nowhere,
While staring in my rearview.
The road has gotten longer,
With still no signs of you.
My patience is on empty,
Burning fumes of creative wealth.
But when the rubber meets the road,
I did this to myself...
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2010
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