As you walk along the path I left you
complacency fills my heart with passion.
It is clear now that we must not linger,
and leave us with our bitter regrets.
Sympathy has never become you
and yet our love continues to blossom.
I can't decide if we are fooling us
or if we shall ever forget ourselves.
I really can't decide what the future holds;
I know whatever happens you are mine.
But when I look at you I don't see me;
life is too short to be risking our time.
So as I sit under my tree of doubt
and as I explore the road less travelled,
I gaze upon the last glimpse of summer night,
and realise my love won't ever die.
complacency fills my heart with passion.
It is clear now that we must not linger,
and leave us with our bitter regrets.
Sympathy has never become you
and yet our love continues to blossom.
I can't decide if we are fooling us
or if we shall ever forget ourselves.
I really can't decide what the future holds;
I know whatever happens you are mine.
But when I look at you I don't see me;
life is too short to be risking our time.
So as I sit under my tree of doubt
and as I explore the road less travelled,
I gaze upon the last glimpse of summer night,
and realise my love won't ever die.
And with that I would like to sign-off for good. I would like to extend a huge thank you to everyone that has ever read any of my posts and an even bigger thank you to people that have kept coming back for more. It means so much to me (and always has) that people take an interest in what I write - some of it being utter rubbish at times as well. My readers are the best that I could have asked for and I hope to see you all over on Ramblings of a Twenty-Something this time next week.
Much love. Over and over and over and out.
Martin