I should have known.
I should have known
That your “I’m alright”
Spoken from your hospital bed
Wasn’t the truth.
I should have known
That your weakness
While hugging me and talking
Wasn’t from being tired.
I should have known
That my Pastor’s words,
“Becky isn’t doing well,”
Were the easiest way of putting it.
I should have known,
I should have felt it,
Felt it breaking my heart and soul
In the most painful way.
But I was naive,
I let myself play blind,
I should have known,
Yet I still hold the regret heavy on my mind.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
I should have known.
I should have known
That your “I’m alright”
Spoken from your hospital bed
Wasn’t the truth.
I should have known
That your weakness
While hugging me and talking
Wasn’t from being tired.
I should have known
That my Pastor’s words,
“Becky isn’t doing well,”
Were the easiest way of putting it.
I should have known,
I should have felt it,
Felt it breaking my heart and soul
In the most painful way.
But I was naive,
I let myself play blind,
I should have known,
Yet I still hold the regret heavy on my mind.
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