Two in the Morning
It’s coffee and lonely, at two in the morning,
As I sit in this café again,
I can’t help what I feel for you,
Trying to start anew,
And wondering if you’re doing the same,
I remember the day; you said go your own way,
My heart shattered like never before,
I just can’t explain,
Why it caused me such pain,
Thought we would be one forever more,
I couldn’t offer you much, just the love, and a touch,
Of a man, who would always be true,
I guess I was wrong,
To think your love was strong,
Or that you loved me as much as I loved you,
When you told me goodbye, you won’t know how I died,
Trying to figure out, just where I went wrong,
You said you don’t want to be with me,
Don’t want to see me,
I’m so lost and alone now that you’re gone.
What did I do, that made me lose you?
My lady, my lover, my friend,
Now it’s coffee and lonely,
But from the ashes of heartbreak
I will arise triumphant again..
By Tracey
© 2009 Tracey
(All rights reserved)
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