You are truly divine.
Something I can only wish to be mine.
I regret the things I've left behind,
in the trail of torment where I'm confined.
Signed away my life.
Now I am blind,
to the things I once thought were aligned.
Couldn't get past the addiction I was assigned.
Nothing now lasts but affliction that's unkind.
I save the sorrow and leave it all behind.
But now and then I borrow from the feelings I bind.
Pulling me down with conviction,
are the words you said that my head declined.
You are divine.
Someone who you can't describe.
I only wish there were a way,
to bribe your heart during this dismay.
Who knew the price would be this big to pay.
We once spoke of a life to be refined.
Words diminished,
when neither of us was finished.
Somewhere within it,
we chose to sit and not admit it.
Your greatest prediction was a cruel eviction,
of two hearts that now beat with friction.
You are divine.
Out of reach and now resigned.