what would it take, for things to be quiet

I swore to myself, to never live in doubt again.

But there are some things that have happened, that cannot be easily erased. I tire myself, thinking of the same old words I want to tell you. Thinking of the things that I would’ve done if you were there. I know that I may never go back, and I may never see you again. There are just so many things I wan to tell you, so many new findings and words and rhymes I want to share with you.

I guess its just all to late now.

Have you ever thought what could’ve been?