IrishCowboy's blog: "Crying Heart"

As I sit here late at night I can't help but think of how things could have been,

and where we would be right that second

I can't help but wonder what would have happened

what could have happened.

I know you said you couldn't but you always knew I wouldn;t

I can't help but sit here every night wondering where we could have been

If things were the way they should be I wouldn't have this hole inside

you should be here in my arms right beside me here to guide me

we can help each other through lifes little storms only if you'd let me

But we both know that everything was all just a lie

and we both knew how easy it was for you to say goodbye

but why should I care anymore

there is nothing left to bare anymore

after all the pain there is no feeling 

so there is no more fear of fearing the wrost

but I don't know what scares me more

the fear of the pain

or the faer of the emptiness

the emotionless

the death.