A few words to me of the past
Hold steady, hold fast.
Your troublesome times won’t always last.
That feeling in your soul will be a problem no more, she will do away with it, of that I am sure.
Your thoughts race quick, uttering to yourself is it a mind trick? Or of me… Is everyone just sick?
The pain in your brain, too rapid to catch, too poisonous for a bandage or patch, they will heal quick, those troublesome thoughts she will definitely catch.
You feel alone now, you feel surrounded but disconnected and wonder how? You may wander in the dark, but you found the way somehow.
You found the hidden bits of your soul, you held her hand and with happiness you did stroll, she loves who you are and it isn’t a toll.
She accepted you, and soon you will too.
To me of the past, if only you knew, what life has in store for you.