I'm standing here, alone
Staring after what I'll soon lack
Wondering, this time, when you're gone
If you're not coming back.
You stay away from home so long
Even when not far away
I leave a message on your phone
But there's nothing left to say.
The children barely know your face
Beyond a picture on the wall
Don't you know you have a place
You can let your armour fall?
You sometimes visit, but never stay
It's the strangest thing
You think about her every day
But on my hand is your ring.
I know the guilt you hide inside
The pain that will never ease
Self pity is a form of pride
And it consumes you--please.
I know how it felt to lose her
I cared about her too
But don't you know that I'm still here?
She still has all of you.
So I guess the old saying is true
"As lonely as a cloud"
And as I stand here, loving you
I wonder if I'm still allowed.
DISCLAIMER= I own nothing. Squeenix does. (And that guy that wrote the poem about the sunflowers. He owns that quote down in the last line. But I think that's in the public domain, anyway.
O,o IGNORE THIS RAMBLY BIT!!I'M WEIRD!)