I don’t know what I’m meant to write,
I must have lost my writers sight,
So in shock and so confused,
Is this real or am I used?
I want my heart to beat again,
This in time my wounds will mend,
But how can I trust to be so sure,
I won’t fall down and hit the floor.
I think I know it in my heart,
It’s been the same right from the start,
But doubts creep in from winters passed,
I seem so lost it’s gone so fast.
So I will try and I will see,
What this feeling makes of me.
Just know that if I brake and cry,
I’ll see it through and you will die.