HURT

You’ll always be my someone for forever and a day 
 

What hurts isn’t my broken heart  

What hurts is the relation torn apart.

The trust that’s tossed,

The laugh that’s lost. 

What hurts isn’t the love that’s gone 

What hurts is the kids that’ll never be born.

The house we’ll never build,

The family we’ll never share. 

What hurts isn’t your absence 

What hurts is never feeling you presence. 

What hurts isn’t your decision 

What hurts is 

That sunrise we never see, waking up in each other’s arms.

The crepes I never make for you, in the morning.

The songs we never sing, while holding each other tight.

The dances we never have, on the sound of our heartbeat.

The goodnights we never say, while looking into each other’s eyes.

The pictures we never take, goofing around on the balcony. 

What hurts isn’t my broken heart 

What hurts is the eternity we dreamed and lost.