March

March I'm so glad you're here where have you been all my life it's funny how everyone acts like this has never happened before the dead
of winter's dead still frozen in my bed I'm wondering when this will all end and
I won't be alone again
and they wonder why they can't be friends the books
he hasn't read the words she never said and he's up to
the ceiling but she's still on the floor he's forgotten the feeling that he had before it's incidental the way things happen but they always happen this way brought down to a level I've started to call my own it was a perfect fit once they grew into it left me wondering do I deserve this did I deserve this.