STILL

This pain is a prison, I'm stuck in a cell
I remember way back when, I use keep my heart in a shell.
I trusted someone before you,
but that trust was misplaced.
I thought it couldn't get worst
and now I find myself running in place.

I know you're gone but I could still feel you,
and if I listen hard enough, I could still hear you.
Why would you leave us? How could you leave us?
You see, I have this picture in my room and it kills me
but I don't need a picture of you, I need the real thing.
Crying my eyes out in solitude is still difficult,
and the poetry I write is the only place where I can go to speak to you

I know you're the right one but maybe we met at the wrong time.
I sit around and overthink, I'm just a prisoner to my own mind
I know you deserve better.
No, let me correct myself;
You deserve the best version of me,
so let's talk it over a cup of coffee in that small town you love in Tennessee