In the spring

time passes like waiting for your hair to grow when your not here,
i lay around thinking about what you’re doing
i see right threw you, we share the same fear.
i look forward to the day you come home more than you even know,
your life moves on up north
while I wait around for you until it stops to snow.
when you get home I’ll be here like I always have been,
and it’s your choice if you open the door for me
i think its time now that you let me in.
we owe it to ourselves to sit down and smile,
those years will die only if you let them
and I know, trust me I know, that it’s been a while.

by SecretsLie
posted on 11/05/2009