Now the days have comewhere i find myself thinking about you momentarilyi wont say you have been completely erase from my time span or long term memorybut there are times where happy moments of us replaysand i'm gratefulyou were able to share those ones with meto our forever that never happenedi hope the days to comewe'll never meet again
Got dressed waiting for him to callhe didn'tthe letter on the tableit wasn't himcontemplating about what he's doingloving hermaybe i should stop hoping thats he's gonna come backwhat is my confessionthe feeling of hope lingers
when can it come a daywhere i stop thinking about youfullywhen i stop the thoughts of you flooding my mindhow is it you're so far butso close to me in a second ofthinking about youshould i carry on to hurt myselfbecause of the smiles i have when those thoughts linger for too longor should i stop this crisis and feel the sadness overwhelm me for daysto come eventually leaving me lonely
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.