To Begin
As I lay here awake, the space in our bed.
The sorrows you'd forsake, the harsh words you said.
Countdown to the day of feeling forever burned.
My carelessness wonders if IT will return.
That classic understanding, the rush relived.
The peacefulness caressing our mangled faces
In the lime light, it's left traces
of your and my hearts' desires.
This space in my bed, the reluctance in your heart
That piece of what is said, the cravings of a new start
I hope that it'll make up for the loss on my part
and shift this chance of change into the whatsoever
forever loving, my task I forever ask my heart
I plead and pray
for this to never end
For that'll be the day,
IT will be the day,
That this will have to end
and our friendship will
Begin.
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