I can think of nothing more it could be
nothing more than lunacy
but for whatever reason the words you said to me
made me care
made me want to be there
for you
for me
I know I must walk alone
as I have for so long
and this winter with the falling snow
I will fall as well
into myself
searching for the me
that I wanted to be
hopefully I will find what I'm looking for
by summer I should be me again
and find nothing too hard to deal with
run my hands through ocean waters
and
stare into the bluest skies
I don't plan on being here much longer
it doesn't seem necessary
hope you can understand
and I wish I understood better
