To Begin

As I lay here awake, the space in our bed. The sorrows you'd forsake, the harsh words you said. Countdown to the day of feeling forever burned. My carelessness wonders if IT will return. That classic understanding, the rush relived. The peacefulness caressing our mangled faces In the lime light, it's left traces of your and my hearts' desires. This space in my bed, the reluctance in your heart That piece of what is said, the cravings of a new start I hope that it'll make up for the loss on my part and shift this chance of change into the whatsoever forever loving, my task I forever ask my heart I plead and pray for this to never end For that'll be the day, IT will be the day, That this will have to end and our friendship will Begin.