Chris Bleakney

Another Good one

I lost another good one today

This time would be different than before

I would fight for her; appeal to her

Pour my heart out like never before, for her

Everything I ever wanted to say, clear as day

Everything she’s ever asked for

At the forefront of my mind

Grace on the tip of my tongue

Tears burning tracks as the run down my face

My knees bust as they hit the ground, before her

My plea is void of all pride

I only seek redemption in her eyes

And As my heart is screaming for forgiveness

And my soul is ready to bare itself, to her

My brain refuses my heart

I cannot speak

My gift of words fails me

Trumped by foolish pride

The tears roll down my inside rather than out

Leaving scars she’ll never see

And I stand silent in front of her

Emotionless and idle, as she turns away

It must of been the coldest feeling, for her

Looking over her shoulder at me

Hearing nothing, seeing only emotional void

Yet, that wasn’t the look of my love for her

It was the look of my realization

I lost another good one today