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The Under Appreciated
I miss the woman that was within
before she knew that this would begin.
The one who saw things clear.
The one I could talk to before the fear.
Before, when my most complex thoughts could flow
in a place where together we would both grow.
And now I know how much I miss the one I never kissed
but none the less I now confess
she was just as much a part of me as all the ones I caressed.
Her memory lives in me.
Paused in a moment where she was all that she could be.
The thought of her eyes burns through my mind with the heat of a high degree.
I wanted her to be free, but even then I knew it was never meant to be.
The thought of something I wished could be more than a fantasy.
I can only pray that someday that dream will be a reality.
I hope she knows she's missed wherever she lay
and that we did wake up and say
Where is the girl that died for us and went away?
and that we'd give anything to have her back again one day.
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