Something in the wind gives me a
chill
I turn over to my baby and he’s sleeping
still
Walking over to close the window gave me a
fright
This just may be the end of us
tonight
He’s laying on his back with a peaceful
face
I cowardly write a note detailing about my need
for space
As I slide in my jeans to take off into the
night
The end is near; I’d like to avoid a nasty
fight
I have my reasons for letting him go
Even when I was telling the truth when I told him
I loved him so
My fear of commitment made me
ponder until the daylight
I snuggle next to his warm body
We survived another night…
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