If my soul could only of seen
The white fall of the wind
Covered in red
I would have turned
To the barren broken summers
Filled with tears and screeches
I now hold a broken face- broken smile

Glass broken and my lungs winded
Maybe we were the dirt
From the creek that froze over
Where the a lace trimmed dress still lies
Bloodshed time again
The marks still there though the blood turned water

The bird call was never quite right
I longed for the bitter taste
Of the things you said you didn't mean
Just once more
From across the room
Your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes
A Sorry-but not quite

Almost 5 months
over 21 weeks
148 days
It doesn't seem too long
But never once did you say sorry
Almost doesn't cut it