Goodbye

It's about being home.. then leaving.. then being home again.. then leaving again... it gets pretty hard after awhile...

Our hands slip to separate

The hardest step

Is the first I take to walk away

 

With no center to behold

With no love to grab ahold

I stand awake and all alone

To walk a long and lonsome road

 

The feeling that grabs me.. drains me..

Bleeds me.. seeping.. deeping.. leaving me down

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

it's not quite finished yet..