Again alone i sit this day within my bitter pool of tears,
I scrub and scrub, can't wash away the sorrow of the years.
And here i am i feel alone with no raft to keep me floating,
In silence i tread tears unknown and loneliness foreboding.
Without your love I feel I’m sure there’s no point living,
And yet each day goes by so real and my time I keep on giving.
It’s hard enough to live my life and more when I’m alone,
To know the man I cherish most still hasn’t made it home.
In all the darkest parts of me, the hurt wants to turn bitter,
But I know in all the heart of me I’m simply not a quitter.
Today I sit and stew alone feeling sad and scared, betrayed,
Knowing you can’t make it home doesn’t alter my dismay.
It’s been to long since you’ve been gone long since the day you flew,
Just to come home long enough for them to take you.
It’s hard for me to tell you “no”, I hate that I must do it,
And every time you seek my help, it’s hard to just pull through it.
For you, my love, long gone and last, it kills me just to say,
That while I’ll love you ever more you have to stay away.
I want you love in every way, in all aspects of my life,
And I yet I know that that can’t be, even if I were your wife.
I think I know you all too well and this power you have over me,
I love it and I hate it friend, in time I’m sure you’ll see.
Though cherish I each moment when you hold me in your arms,
I hate the bitter sweetness of it while falling for your charms.
So tell me friend you love me, I can simply wait no more,
Or kiss me gently on the cheek and close this demon door.
You’re like the storm that sounds so nice when pummeling my house,
But evil hatred in the midst like glass inside my mouth.
Yes I love you and I hate you, the truth I can’t decide.
If ever I can be with you this sorrow I must hide.
I know this story sounds a bit like oil on your pie,
But think for once of someone else; for once just think of I.
Really good imagery here! Sorta how I'm feeling at the moment. *love* *sigh* Why must it be so difficult, I wonder.
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