Sanctity
Crippled by your sanctity,
It was not your choice to leave.
When will you come back to me?
Pushed towards insanity
Deprived through bereave
While you only exist in sanctity.
Through dreams I cling desperately
Many questions I weave
Will you ever come back to me?
For fate or for destiny,
You went on that gorgeous eve,
To live a life of sanctity.
On a plain truly heavenly
Too early for me to leave
Maybe you shouldn’t come back to me?
Maybe I can survive with memory
I can live,
I can believe
That you will exist forever in sanctity.
I sit here for you.
I sit here gazing at your picture,
Not to sound corny – But
Just look,
It’s wonderful
And
You,
You are my embodiment,
You are wonderful.
I sit here and I complain,
You are the guide,
Helping me find the answers,
I sit here,
Tracing through these torturous thoughts,
Thinking
What am I doing wrong?
Why couldn’t I see it before ?
Because
I wasn’t looking for it,
You found it for me.
I sit here,
Trapped in my despair,
A soldier in my bunker,
I wait for the next blast.
But
It doesn’t come,
You stopped it...
There was no impact –
You,
You were right!
All I needed to do
Was sit here,
For, You.
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