To You Standing on The Wall

Dear the one who hurt me most, 

to you standing over by the wall-

looking proud, 

and balking over the woman in the hall-

she was tall and belongs in the stars of nightfall.

i beg for you to discover-

a world beyond your imagination.

one that digs deeper than your emotional cover-

and understand that you settle for whatever.

understand that your emotional vacancy-

should not be filled with spoiled sugar-

nor should fill it with a sense of hostility-

and that you have gotten lost, within your own emotional capabilities.

it is too late now for me to express my sorrow,

as i have moved on to a land of myself.

having forgotten you and your neverending sense of morrow,

i hope the woman in the hall was worth it

it is as if she is the crow-

you are the shadow-

she caught you in her night of forgotten,

but i left, in attempt to correct my everlasting sense of sorrow.

- one who cant seem to forget