The words are dying ~
But my eyes are still crying ~
Years later I pine for the love we shared ~
I long for the days you cared ~
I walked away ~
And a thousand times ~
You asked me why ~
And a thousand times ~
All I could do was cry ~
It was fear my love ~
Forever was an unimaginable mountain to climb ~
My young heart could not take the fierce winds ~
The harsh weathers at the top ~
I chose to fall ~
I've never recovered ~
I've never been able to climb again ~
I wait here for you at the bottom ~
But you're already halfway up ~
Holding the hand of another ~
She likes the wind ~
And has better climbing shoes ~
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
The words are dying ~
But my eyes are still crying ~
Years later I pine for the love we shared ~
I long for the days you cared ~
I walked away ~
And a thousand times ~
You asked me why ~
And a thousand times ~
All I could do was cry ~
It was fear my love ~
Forever was an unimaginable mountain to climb ~
My young heart could not take the fierce winds ~
The harsh weathers at the top ~
I chose to fall ~
I've never recovered ~
I've never been able to climb again ~
I wait here for you at the bottom ~
But you're already halfway up ~
Holding the hand of another ~
She likes the wind ~
And has better climbing shoes ~
Tia J Fajardo
