Is it working?
Is it working?
The time of day that I have miss are the ones where we rest.
The days where we let the sky tell us time.
We would sit on the swing and not say a word.
Everything that needs to be spoken is said in the quietness as the sun rises.
The fights would end as we sit.
Nights come and fade, but the daybreak is what gave us dreams.
Dreams that we were living became nightmares from our past.
Thinking about the time when we met to times when we were apart.
When we count the days the sun would rise, and when the nighttime fall.
Now those times are back again.
This time we do not have return date.
The sun still rises, but one of us no longer do.
A story is being written.
It has a beginning; a plot is happening.
Will it be good a story, one that you cannot put down?
Will it be one that is heartbreaking that makes you cry.
It is all up in the air, but it is not for sure.
Something is missing, and you do not know where to look.
The missing link is in your face.
This is you, make sure you write it well.
Have you even seen the sun grow?
Have you even seen the moon go back into it shadow?
Have you ever wondered why I do not sleep?
The thought of waking up and not seeing you gave me chills worse than any nightmares.
It is hard to know what it would feel like to not have love.
Would I be, okay?
Would I just sink like quicksand?
You laugh and I try not to cry.
The truth is you do not care.
You do not love like me so how would you know.
Do you try to, no but I do?
I shed tears like the largest rainfall.
I bleed just to call your name.
Have you cared for the things I do?
Have you ever just thought of me?
I can say that I never did.