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  • Writer's pictureSimon Templar

She Got Away

An hour before my death I morn over 10 warm lives 10 reflective loving eyes I wish I saw every sunrise

Regretting I never said everything your eyes required Soul mates so many times my aching heart desired

All that I morn is my fault for accepting life's momentum I should have grabbed your hand instead of this requiem

You and I are someone else's selfish bullshit plan Im god-like angry, kicking in life's door to be your man

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