It's been sixty-three days,
Fifteen hundred and twelve hours,
A total of nine weeks since I saw you last
And my thoughts of you have fluctuated,
Risen and fallen like waves of the Pacific Ocean,
But I have never felt like this in the past.
In these sixty-three days,
I have loved you like I've never loved before,
And I have missed you like I've never done
I've forgotten, forgiven and forbid you,
I can no longer shake this from my shoulders,
Each burden of you weighs a tonne.
In the next eight hundred and eighty-eight hours,
Strikes the beginning of the new year,
But I don't this one to end
It marks the end of moments like this,
Even though they've already left,
And I have no more time left to spend.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
It's been sixty-three days,
Fifteen hundred and twelve hours,
A total of nine weeks since I saw you last
And my thoughts of you have fluctuated,
Risen and fallen like waves of the Pacific Ocean,
But I have never felt like this in the past.
In these sixty-three days,
I have loved you like I've never loved before,
And I have missed you like I've never done
I've forgotten, forgiven and forbid you,
I can no longer shake this from my shoulders,
Each burden of you weighs a tonne.
In the next eight hundred and eighty-eight hours,
Strikes the beginning of the new year,
But I don't this one to end
It marks the end of moments like this,
Even though they've already left,
And I have no more time left to spend.
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