Looking back on words once spoken,
nostalgia reminds me of a time I was broken.
You promised to love and never let go...
your promises are lies, too late now... I know.
You stretched your arms out toward me,
when I was dangling from the edge.
You gave me strength to carry on,
then threw me from a higher ledge.
And as I clung there tightly, begging you to stay,
you cruelly mocked my adoration then lithely stalked away.
I pondered for a moment if I should just let go...
but I possess a strength in me that you shall never know.
And though I've left that cliff behind, it still haunts me to this day.
Maybe one day I will come across a dangling you, with nothing left to say.
And if you will accept it, I'll try to help you to not let go...
because, perhaps, somewhere in you... is a strength you do not yet know.
