These days the sinking feeling comes only once in a while.
On days it's not there, I'm always waiting for it to reapper.
It's like it's become a part of me.
In the worst way.
Holding on to something that's not meant to be...
It's not like we talk anymore, but I sometimes wish we would.
I've learned to cover it up pretty easily.
No one even notices.
And I think that's how I want it, but I'm not real sure.
I know that someone new will come along, and you won't even be a thought.
But until then, I'll just keep waiting hoping my turn will come around.
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