From Dawn to Dusk
April 17, 2007 12:22am CST
The choices that never choose to relieve why you did what and what you have done; As shameful the path you've lived sometimes, the cleansing rain pours to wash it out of the way to leave a brighter sun for the days to come. Did i leave a bad taste in your mouth or do you still want to dig up the dead? All in all, I've washed my hands of the sinful consenting wounds that seem to bleed now and then. Please, catch your breath and tell me what options are there left when you're no longer confused. So that I may tell you why, from now, I stand my ground alone and I stand strong so that you will never fade away into the silhoutte. Yet another silhoutte... The passing waves are merely that of life and the searching seas to a final destiny of shores. I have no regrets in life while there are many things I would've done differently, I wouldn't change a thing about you. Perhaps I don't have to live in the dawn anymore... maybe I can finally see the dusk where our heads will lay together for the next day and the next and the next....