It wasn't..
It wasn't the loving each other or the knowing they could never be together
It wasn't the wind in the eaves of the empty house,
or the bone-dry rattle of the pills in the brown-glass bottle.
It wasn't the bitter taste,with only a stale box of red wine to wash it away.
It wasn't waking, with her dead and you all too alive.
It was the way your fingers shook.It was a stammer, and the thickness of your tougue
as you tried to speak.It was the sound of the sirens, coming closer.
It was knowing that you would never get another chance.
~Anonymous~
It wasn't the wind in the eaves of the empty house,
or the bone-dry rattle of the pills in the brown-glass bottle.
It wasn't the bitter taste,with only a stale box of red wine to wash it away.
It wasn't waking, with her dead and you all too alive.
It was the way your fingers shook.It was a stammer, and the thickness of your tougue
as you tried to speak.It was the sound of the sirens, coming closer.
It was knowing that you would never get another chance.
~Anonymous~