The Walk*

(This is a poem I really enjoyed from a friend)

Another night spent on you

 Just doesn't feel right

Cause the cost of it is heart ache

 And I * surely pay the price

They say time is money

But it’s more like priceless

Time and time again

The things we do just isn't righteous

Without you here I drink myself to sleep

Every night just to make the pain go away

*If I really want the pain to stop

All I have to do is walk away

Freedom is only ten steps away from that door

But after the first two, I look back

I can't help but to miss you more

So somebody help me

Before it’s too late

And I drown in my sorrow

Because I couldn't walk the other eight

A crutch, a lift, a shoulder to lean on,

An inspiring voice

But I knew what I was getting into

This was my choice

Thought I meant more to you

But I guess I was wrong

One thing I do know

In this bed I do not belong

Maybe one day I can finally move on

And get you out of my head

So stay strong, stay focused, *keep walking

Don't look back at her bed

I would *have gave you the world

But *you keep asking for time

 Where was I

 Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine…

Original: BJ Horvath *(Slightly revised)