I have my hands in my pocket
as I paced on the aisle.
Wondering what went wrong.
The stillness of the night gave me reprieve from the raging emotions that're trying to break free from my chest.
Thinking when it all went wrong.
I stopped in front of the old wooden door and stared at it.
Replaying in my mind how you turned your back and ran.
And I told myself, "Love isn't enough."
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 8:01 AM UTC
I have my hands in my pocket
as I paced on the aisle.
Wondering what went wrong.
The stillness of the night gave me reprieve from the raging emotions that're trying to break free from my chest.
Thinking when it all went wrong.
I stopped in front of the old wooden door and stared at it.
Replaying in my mind how you turned your back and ran.
And I told myself, "Love isn't enough."
