Brown Paper Sacks

Tear stained prayers , the same highway talk ,the same highway drive .

You made a friend.  About three years back , he took the pain & he threw it away only to bring it back . You can get them anywhere.  His name was Jack , he comes in old paper sacks.  But he helped you , in things you never got through

 Street lights glare on my window pane, the cold rush of air & all the love that's flushed away. The past three months , some would say they're just a blur but I remember every word . I remember every word you said & all the promises that are now dead .

 When you were young you had such dreams . You never were a movie star or a drama queen . You only wanted one thing. Love was all , it was enough, you've had it but now you've given up . You let it go , the whole lifestyle of a mother & a wife . Was it not enough? 

I'll tell you there weren't many signs . No bold written headlines for us . But you knew all along , why'd you drag us on this roller coaster of pain within ? You wanted him , you wouldn't drop your pride . 

Now I'm scared to love . I'm in it but I'm falling off . You've gave me doubts in which I've  never had before , I've never shut loves door. & this isn't  his fault - I've always believed in him . He was my one true thing  that helped me to start over again . I have to remember  that when I write to him next , cause I've tried for so long , why should I stop holding on ? 

You made a friend.  About three years back , he took the pain & he threw it away only to bring it back . You can get them anywhere.  His name was Jack , he comes in old brown  paper sacks.  But he didn't help  you , he caused  things you'll never get through.