Mistakes teach you important lessons.
Every time you make one, you’re one step closer to your goal.
It's like that feeling you get-
where the lights go out-
you find yourself once cuddled with love-
the true, genuine kind-
the kind that helped you sleep at night
and if all was going wrong a single hug created that smile,
and no matter what is said or done,
you always have each other.
It's that kind of dread you long for but deny to happen
all cause your company is too warming.
And in a flash,
everything is gone.
It's stolen, ripped away
Those kind of mistakes where you wake up to reality and pray
you pray it didn't happen,
you live with it.
It poisons your guilty veins
and rips your soul to shreds
and after your paralyzed with regret,
you face the reality
restless to the point of starvation,
the desperate calls of attention
and need to blur it all out,
cause when somebody means that much to you,
it's not forgotten,
it never really is..
It's what you are confronted internally,
bleeding your own twisted blood-
how could you do such things,
over and over again,
pushing him away
when all along it was your fault.
And all along it was you
you shoved him out the door,
and turned away.
And to think pity was at stake-
you took it to a whole new level,
blaming anyone but yourself.
And once the storm passes,
it catapults at you full speed.
And just when you think it's all over,
it was over long ago,
it comes back to haunt you
was it really love?