Im Sorry
I put pen to paper to write you a song,
but all i can hear is your name.
It sits waiting on the tip of my tongue,
never to be spoken again.
The minutes turn to hours and the hours to days,
yet the loss remains the same.
It peaks and troughs, ebbs and flows,
occasionally hits like a tidal wave.
I know one day i`ll wake up and you`ll no longer be there,
in my thoughts and my dreams, or your essence in the air.
Until that time comes i`ll live day by new day,
each one will get easier until the day when you say- i`m sorry
Copyright © Martyn Oakland | Year Posted 2011
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