I write with a pen,
Think with my soul,
These words that I write,
Are from the pain that I hold.

I'm broken and torn,
Ripped to a million pieces,
I've been transformed by you,
And your many diseases.

Trust wasn't an issue,
The sex was always great,
Did you love me was never a question,
Though I always lived with hate.

I know I've lost all chances,
My lies took care of that,
It's all my fault, I take the blame,
Now you have something to laugh at.

I told myself I'd forget you,
Easier said then done,
All the memories that I hold,
Are the ones were we had fun.

You're over me, I'm missing you,
My heart wont let me forget,
Who you are or who you were,
Have you forgotten me yet?

Deep innocent angel eyes,
On a sweet and loving face,
The things I miss the most,
Are things I can never replace.

But I'll sit here and wait,
To see if you return,
Maybe one day you'll come back,
And your trust I can re-earn.
 
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