P.S. I Could Be Missing You

I write a letter to show you,
What's hidden in my heart.
I won't tell you my true intentions,
That's not the best way to start.

It feels like I'm falling,
It feels like I'm free.
Who was the one who did wrong?
Was it you or was it me.

If I find for a second,
You pass through my mind.
Am I missing out on love?
Has my anger made me blind?

Do I forgive and forget?
Since the time we have is short.
Your feelings could have gone,
What is my last resort?

I sit here and recall the moments,
All the times you broke my heart.
I guess it makes me a hyprocrite,
You were not the only one at fault.

Feelings are hard to tell someone,
But if you love me let me know.
Do not be hard headed this time,
Do anything you have to let it show.

Your feelings might have been slowly dieing,
I did not take that into account.
I guess we might not have the chance,
To make this time count.

I'd hate to think I might miss out,
On something that I'll never get back.
It's weird to think I'm gone from you,
Even before I had time to pack.

I'll end this letter,
Just know it's all true.
xoxo Rachel,
P.S. I Could Be Missing You