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Its What She Didnt Say
When I hear your voice inside my head it makes me think of you every single day as I fight back tears of sadness and wonder if you're okay My life is empty without you I wish time would take away the pain but the ache in my heart persists and my simple hopes seem in vain I realize how much I hurt you and now I know it's too late to tell you how sorry I am and expect you not to hate I don't deserve a second chance to show you how much I care when you needed me the most I know I failed to be there Now your trust in me is gone forever and I will never have the chance to say I really hope your dreams come true and happiness finds you every day I would give almost anything in life if I could go back to that day and erase everything I said and did to make your heartache go away What hurts the most is this is what you didn't say and the absence of these words haunt me each and every day... Resource Box - © Danielle Hollister (2004) is the Publisher of BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers featuring more than 10,000 quotations in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read it online at - http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art8364.asp
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