Unfaithful, by Heather Gaworski

I wonder if you think of me sometimes
Can I tell you I miss you
Or would that be too hard for you to hear
I hold on to our secret reality
Thinking tomorrow would be too soon
The unknown is almost too close
But not far enough to get my chance
It hurts to much be your convenience
But it brings me back every time
It may be complicated, but not difficult to imagine
Each time you take a piece of me
Now I’m left here
Waiting for our return

Comments RSS Both comments and pings are currently closed.