Hanging Garden An Urge To Withdraw
Remember the urge to withdraw?
How the emptiness inside grew as I kept,
Distancing myself from you. I can still
Remember watching your eyes tear,
Hearing your voice cry, feeling
Your hands grasp, tasting your breath.
The last kiss you tried to give.
I can see you at your worst.
These urges to withdraw, showed
Your weekness. You cling to everyone,
And everything you have said to me,
Has been said to others before by those lips.
None of our times meant anything. I wish
I would have known, so the last look
Upon your face wouldn't last in my mind.
The emptiness inside grew, as I kept
Distancing myself from you, these
Urges to withdraw never seemd to stop.
