Literature
America Castaneda
You were something better,
And I am just the worst.
I gave everything I had,
But now I'm in this hearse.
I "wasn't good enough"
Is all anyone'll say.
And, I'll just keep quiet,
So that's how that will stay.
I wanted it so bad,
Just to be your man.
I dreamt of winter walks,
The two of us holding hands.
But it wasn't in the cards,
An ideal that couldn't be.
Somewhere so wonderful,
Is just no place for me.
I shouldn't be surprised,
I've always known my place.
The cold, hard truth,
I knew I'd have to face.
But if only for a moment,
i think, maybe it hope?
And now it's simply gone,
Leaving little for me to cope.
But it'll be okay.
This isn't fi...
