Two sets of footsteps are becoming distant She can't hear his cries in the pouring rain He's out of sight and she's in anothers arms She's out of sight and he has no where to go Each piece of time; like before; like me Doesn't matter without you. I don't want this, but your silence digs a wound Greater than your any words have ever said I screamed my lungs out trying to reach you But you only hear his whispers Each piece of time; like before; like me Doesn't matter without you. Each piece of time; like before Is worth the nothing that I am
Wow. I read this before and meant to comment, but forgot. I love your writing. This is great. "I screamed my lungs out trying to reach you But you only hear his whispers" I love that part.