Then again a scabbed over wound is what I thought you were at least, but what is this feeling in the pit of my stomach that makes me think about our bad times and replace them with unique finds. Replenish our loud fights, and fill them with passionate nights.
Its always been about you with your
and uplifting voice that made the sunrise seem like an over-rated screen savor.
Always about you.
It may be too late for late apologies, but what if I replaced all those question marks with apostrophes to amplify my thoughts in appreciation to all that you've done for me not knowingly. This may be crazy and three past the due date, but if you could spare me a look.
One last look,
One last appreciation,
One last glimpse of what I've been missing out on.
I probably want this for selfish reasons of my own, but I just want to know if you salvaged some filling for me or if its all been written over by other
If you would show me some kind of warmth if I ever dared say your name in public, because without you my life...I live for NOTHING. BY:Colby Stevens