Wednesday, 11 November 2009

• I know you can't hear me
  I know you're not there
  I know you won't come back
  you've gone
  I don't remember where.
  
  I know you don't listen
  and that you're not afraid
  I know that you've left me
  it's okay
  I'd do the same.
  
  I'm sorry I hurt you
  I'm sorry for much
  sorry for all the good times
  and the bad
  and the plain kinds...
  
  I wish you were here now
  to dry all my tears
  to fight all my fears
  that sneak from under the bed
  when I don't have the strength to face them.
  
  Then again, now that I think
  you always were there
  you always were fighting
  you always were laughing
  you were always the type I could count on.
  
  And though I pretend to be solid
  the one weeping willow in Hell
  the one you can rely on to have shade in the heat
  I realize now...
  you were the water.

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