She
She gave me words
She gave me butterflies
She must have been everything I needed
But I was a fool, slipping it away
And letting the love of my life go
And now I'm ready to face her
I have no face to show
All you'll see is a body buried in herself
Wanting, Longing, and Regretting to not allow
a Beautiful soul
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To sought more of what means to be cared and loved and showed how complexity of love delights a hope
It must have been beautiful to be invited
a love flowing through her bones
But I was afraid and scared and a fool
For letting the love of my life go
I saw her crossing streets
As she crosses my mind
She must have been everything I needed
She must have been everything, should have tried
She don't have wings
But she flew
Flew away from me
I let her slip away, not me Keen enough — brought despise - afraid to die and now I'm dying
What a fool
What a fool I am
I thought I knew everything
I knew something
I'm wrong - and I perished as you perish
Heaven, I must have been there too
But—I flew, flew me to Hell -
No more tickets, I let 'em pass!
I must have been there, what a fool
of me, letting the love of my life go!
Copyright © Christine Sario | Year Posted 2023
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