Ink Stains on Old Pages

Cry me a river, I just want to be loved 

Doubt in the cold, cuz he left me to shiver 

Take me by hand and call me by name

I fear it’ll all end the same

I can’t trust the silence 

The silence holds secrets 

While you hold me 

And I try to hold on

I can’t cascade away

Or keep this withering pain at bay

I can’t trust tomorrow 

Because tomorrow was only yesterday 

I pray you stay 

But I keep this never ending story in the fray 

My mistress in black and grey 

Do you feel my fingers as I try to hold on?

Do you taste my breath as I beg you to be someone I can’t lose?

I’m questioning every word I’ve said 

Regretting every tear I’ve bled 

I can’t push away every time these fear lay me to bed 

I’m trying to write a new story from old pages 

But my names an ink stain of the past

What if you can’t promise you’ll be the last?