Bleeds Down the Page

Sometimes there is a thin line Like mixing heartache with good times As the ink starts to bleed down the page Bringing memories of those we miss Like the taste of a sweet kiss That last forever throughout the years And all the tears that we cry Never seem to run dry As the puddles collect at our feet I remember once I was in love Like a hand in a warm glove Through the frost of a cold winters day But Sometimes love turns cold And the walls start to grow mold And the doors quite simply slam shut I swear I’ll never understand why The coat of his damn lies Seemed to be The only coat I could wear But I reckon that it’s all good It ended up, as it should And all the pieces just fell into place Every once in awhile I Think about you and smile And remember back when we were friends Home is a dear place In my heart you hold your grace And I reckon that you always will Because some places people belong Like the lyrics of a sad song And some pains, well they never seem to fade I reckon now you know it All the pain has made me a poet As the ink forever bleeds down the page -------------------------------------------------------------- Written awhile back for someone who holds a very dear place in my heart, regardless of all else. Posted to enter into Christie's contest, God Bless