Apr 2016
There is an endless gap
In my chest
Where your pain
Would be
Now all that remains
Is the pain that comes from me
It is as wide and great as a raging sea
And I cannot make it leave
At least not without your pain I believe.
In my chest
Where your pain
Would be
Now all that remains
Is the pain that comes from me
It is as wide and great as a raging sea
And I cannot make it leave
At least not without your pain I believe.
Random poem late tonight. Was thinking of him more. Always seem to now.
