I never thought you could recover from the mistakes you made

But now tears roll down my eyes and all I want

Is my cheek to be next to yours

 

I never thought I could be wrong or make someone so beautiful

But now the mirror is broken and the garage glass shattered

 

You made me mad because you should have waited.

Now you have left with no news of today; only yesterday

 

Mistakes come and go

People come and go

But I’ll never find another lesson

Another bruise

Another time for manipulation or prostitution

 

Youve inspired me to grow up

Grow older

And grow higher

But now youve left me

With my fist in the glass; bloody

 

It’s pouring rain outside

But I am not wet

The wind is burning my face

But it is not windy

The ground is shaking beneath me

But the money is not falling from the tree

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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