The Rest of Your Life

My personal talisman,
Worn in distress without a choice
You still feed the disease
Rotting inside me

Just because I miss her
Doesn't mean that I want her
It was the hardest lesson to learn
When I still cling to my talisman

And the storms on the beaches
Still drive me insane
And the blood red skies
That I try to reach in vain
I found problems where there were none
I tried to stay but I was already gone
Gone for the rest of your life

It weighs on my mind
Woven into every myth
I don't want this emblem
A tattoo to encourage to deception

I wish I had to courage
To never look back
And see her standing
By the debris of our relationship

The End

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