My pain is soothed by your neglect
Though sure love can not be cured
Your heart’s not ready to object
With me it can be only fueled
I miss you as I’ve never done
But still you are my friend not lover
We stick together not like fun
We’re just parts of the same drama
I promise to believe in God
And follow roads I was once sent to
I’m just of woods a modest rod
That hopes to rise against all odds!
