The work day ends.
And I come home, wasted away and tired.
A song screams out of the car radio.
Every word depicts the feelings I have for you.
Feelings swell over the top, and the shelf breaks.
Shattered memories, broken hearts, spilled secrets all in a jumble.
After pulling the car over, I start to clean up this mess.
That you have made.
If I had never met you I think.
I would not be such a mess.
Why do I still cry out for you?
Does God desire this pain.
Am I being taught a lesson?
Or do soul mates truley exist?
I find kind words you said to me.
And everything we did.
These feelings that last, are worth it.
I know that you are feeling the same.