| 19. MARKING MY OWN MISS |
| I traded my shame for this waiting game. My own pain sufficed; my own ways unwise. I'm about to cry. I will praise your smile. I won't change my face because you're my faith. Was it hopeless from first glances, revealing their last dances? Can I ever convince you he's not the man I am? Did I say too much? Did you need a crutch? Was I ever there to show you how much I care? I slated my soul for sure defeat, I know. You don't lack the gift of marking my own miss. The time will never change. I will never be enough to convince you to tell him his time is up. I am born to wonder at mistake's own lies. I was sworn to protect your love from his life. I am stale and sour. You were wrong. You were right. I have stayed behind to ponder the meaning of tonight. Won't you wait for me, for the puzzle to be pieced? I will wait for you and hand you my heart unleashed. I'm about to die inside from my mind's own strife. Won't you fill the space I've saved you in my life? |