Looking forward. Looking back. I look at you and see my past. I wish things were different, I wish you were here. You used to hold me. You used to see me. Now you overlook me. I feel replaced. I feel forgotten. You are a broken promise. I made my wish and you came true and now you’ve left me all black and blue. Looking forward. Looking back. All I see is you holding me back. You broke my heart. You left me there, standing all alone and you don’t care. I’ve cried my tears. I’ve held my own. Now I wish I could see it too. With a broken heart leading me, maybe just maybe I’ll find my peace. Can’t you see what this has done to me? I really loved. I really flew with a simple heart beat or two. And now I’m here wishing and hoping you could love me too.
And now you do, you love me too.
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