Dyed In Wool Eyes.

It has been far too long to say I know what I feel
again. Whether there is love or hate or denial inside,
I can only say it doesn't feel right to see you go.
I would love to mold myself to you again, and I
would love it if you want the same. I'm okay now,
with acceptance to this one sided song, a bleaker
life in my eyes. But I still see you there, and
I do not deny myself the chance to smile anymore.
You built me upon burial grounds, and called it home.
It's a sweeter desire to hold you again, or at least
leave you gasping like you do to me like a cage animal
crying for the light of days. And it has been
far too long my love. When we made that promise all this
time ago, had we known this was to come, would we
have ever said those words? Sweeter smiles sit on
my chapped bleeding lips again. It has been far, far too long.