YOU

At the end of today, just before bedtime.
The weeks plagued with much strife paralyses my soul and i admit my tiredness.

I am hung by my ankles, with my fingers scratching the surface of green pasture. Everything is incomplete and my dreams are out of reach.

Tonight will never mean more to me than last night, last night where in form i was closer to her.
Now with each day she drifts away.

She hits me with her tantrums, she snubs me with her arrogance, she uses me for her convieniance, she cares only for her comfort, she is afraid.

I`ll lay now on shards from broken picture frames, may this pain come from God`s pruning.
i`m biting my tongue. I dare not say it all, i`ll miss you.