Just feeling at the end of a rope that as hard as it is to hang onto I cant’ let it go.
Even though you’re leaving, I refuse to say goodbye
Because your being gone’s a thing, I’d rather just deny
I’d rather act as if the rift, that’s growing isn’t there
Or maybe that the bridge called love, will one day re-appear
And again bring you close to me, yes draw you by my side
But until then, I hope the April rain my tears will hide
‘Cause though I try with all my might, I cannot stop their fall
As loneliness it beckons me, and I cannot stop it’s call
Oh what a life, oh what a love, that leaves you begging why
Oh what a cold cruel heart indeed, that cares not when you cry
Yet that’s the fate I call my own, the path I’m forced to take
I gave my all, I gave my heart, a heart she chose to break
And though it hurt me worse, than any pain I’ve ever bore
I’ll mend this broken heart, and then give it to her once more
And hope on hope with fingers crossed, that before I see death
She gives me hers, but now I wait, cause that is all that’s left
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