Weather The Storm

I am sorry that I am weak.

I am sorry that I am not who I am suppose to be.

I am sorry that I'm failing you. 

I am sorry that I am not as strong as you.

I am missing you more painfully.

I doubt my love, our love, the more painful it be comes. 

I don't care to ask why. But to kill the pain. 

Or ease it some how. 

I know I am not alone in how I feel. 

Up and down. One day, two nights, 3x a week. But sometimes I feel it. Alone. That is. 

Sometimes just maybe, one needs to hear it. 

You felt just as I did. And alone, as I still do. 

Goodnight blue moon. 

Good morning yellow sun.

Another day to live. Another night passed. 

Let's do it together So I think.

And continue to survive. 

.... This dreadful weather.

Reviews

[sinNsincerity]

Great write and know I hear you.

[TheOne&Only]

Thank you. Means a lot.