You were there when I was hurt and wreckless. The ink ran down like the days bleed off of the page. Clinching my teeth and my fists with shame. I gathered my mind and saw it was time to move on.
You always like to say that I live in the past that I knew That's not where I live it's that my memory is long. I could put all of the pieces together and I won't cry for the deeds we've done. Now I gather my mind and that's when it's time to move on.
And seasons change oh and sometimes even ways. I've been crucified by their words and the violence when I really had no place to run. But I covered up my scars because I saw it was time to move on. You were there when I was alone.
And now I'm not ashamed that my night flow all too soft and slow. Words hang and die and take on a life of their own I've lived in Heaven and Hell and this silence and still the story's only begun. When I woke up and realized it is just time to move on.
I am not ashamed that nights are soft and slow. The lights are dim, the candles have burned too low. I read the writing on the wall speaking of what's still to come. I could turn to ash with this moment if I choose to not to move on....
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