by Carla
He sits in the green looking up at the night.
Wishes he could tell her everything's alright.
Hold her in his arms and slowly kisses her lips.
Because of her, life is what he'll miss.
Keeping the moments of their love in his head.
Those moments with her he meant truly.
But some part of him now is walking on a small thread.
With her, he wanted to wed newly.
Now every night, he would go to bed
Trying to get her sight out of his head.
And every morning, there would be a flow of regret.
In his mind her words would sing, and the flow would fret.
Why did he let her go
When he could have just let her know
That he loved her so much
And he'd never pain her in such
Morbid grief
That he'd end up realizing that's no relief
To not be with her anymore;
Because everything about her is what he adored.
A guy that would cry for this one girl
Would win her back, then give her the world.
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