A long overdue thank you. Writer's Cramp. |
In Gratitude. Some words I never thought I'd say Though I'll save them 'till the end Anger, Sorrow, Grief, all this I'll lay down, and never raise again For lending me your artist's eyes That half drug me to this place Where canvas drenched with crimson hues Evokes the blood of martyred saints For being the lyrics to my melody And the “she” in every song For one short dance at midnight Though I often steered you wrong For seeing through my sick, sick love So like a tree that'd lost its base Clinging tight to outstretched boughs With, “God, please don't let me fall.” For having so much self-respect So much pureness deep inside That you knew just when to push away As my poison trickled out For living well, with few regrets When I could only curse your name Held you up, then held you down When there was only me to blame The hardest words I'll ever say I feel them catching in my throat Are thank you for those many months And I'm glad you stepped away I would have stripped away your goodness And pulled you down into my hole Thanks for putting your own self first Leaving, before I managed to kill your soul. (I think that sometimes, maybe, its better not to get Something that you really want Because, even if you did, What ever would you do with it?) --- Line Count: 36 |