Sometimes I just want to cry,
All the old emotions come to taunt me,
Like old wounds breaking open anew.
My tears wash my heart,
And help them away,
Put them back in their box,
For this is not time to play.
Longing for my friends must always be a part of life,
Bittersweet memories won’t say goodbye once I’m a wife.
But without two people I feel almost lost,
All these blessing didn’t come without some small cost,
And I can’t wait to come back to you.
My body is sick, and is bleeding,
It mirrors my heart in its pleading,
For comfort and rest,
For friends that are best.