I feel ill with words of repentance and love
I could never forget what it felt like
To feel my heart drop and watch

As hungry insects swarmed around it and
fed off like a disease to a diagnosed patient


You no longer see me
What am I doing but holding back tears
And thinking of you, with this tainted image of me

With no longer love, but disappointment
I'm still here, I just forgot I was human for a second


And that I can't just be some image
I have error, I long to hear your voice again
Untainted with openness

I'm sorry for what I have done
I'm sorry, what have I done?


And for what I have done I am truly sorry
Words for you are like my pot of gold
Let me not have spent my riches

But without this friendship I feel poor

Though I will still reflect on what we had

And all of the potential...