Why why why
Again again a thousand times again here I stand as I've always been.
Once love in bloom did dizzy and delight now as it withers so brings this fight
'I love you I need you' a fools song sung once too oft and far too long
forget me not but remember no more leave me in peace and find the door
all we've been through and all we've done can't save us now you know it's begun
too many love songs have gone unsung too many fights put to bed before they were won
the shadows of who we use to be still linger somewhere inside of me
the hands of time refuse to regress we can't go back and its too late to confess
hate me because I stopped playing the game, hate yourself for not doing the same-as
the ghost of you and me becomes another bitter memory
I struggle to recall what made me take that fall
a dashing knight once stood, had everything a great love should but
Your armor is rusted your steed died we stand here naked with nothing to hide
there was a time when mountains you'd cross now for me your time won't be lost
once our love was all that mattered then you parted and the dream was shattered
this wasn't how it was suppose to end, silent, brooding, angry wounds left to mend
heartbroken by what could have been frozen now as I hold this pen
almost forever and a lost tomorrow who would have though you would bring me this sorrow
goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my dearest friend, may you find a better end.
its not finished but it suits my needs for the evening. It's true I only touch this journal when I'm upset, but it seems like a better release than vodka, sex, or chocolate at this hour.My apologies to anyone who stubmled into a pile of my bemoaning poetry of lost love and faded hopes. Leave me now to a restless sleep.
Once love in bloom did dizzy and delight now as it withers so brings this fight
'I love you I need you' a fools song sung once too oft and far too long
forget me not but remember no more leave me in peace and find the door
all we've been through and all we've done can't save us now you know it's begun
too many love songs have gone unsung too many fights put to bed before they were won
the shadows of who we use to be still linger somewhere inside of me
the hands of time refuse to regress we can't go back and its too late to confess
hate me because I stopped playing the game, hate yourself for not doing the same-as
the ghost of you and me becomes another bitter memory
I struggle to recall what made me take that fall
a dashing knight once stood, had everything a great love should but
Your armor is rusted your steed died we stand here naked with nothing to hide
there was a time when mountains you'd cross now for me your time won't be lost
once our love was all that mattered then you parted and the dream was shattered
this wasn't how it was suppose to end, silent, brooding, angry wounds left to mend
heartbroken by what could have been frozen now as I hold this pen
almost forever and a lost tomorrow who would have though you would bring me this sorrow
goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my dearest friend, may you find a better end.
its not finished but it suits my needs for the evening. It's true I only touch this journal when I'm upset, but it seems like a better release than vodka, sex, or chocolate at this hour.My apologies to anyone who stubmled into a pile of my bemoaning poetry of lost love and faded hopes. Leave me now to a restless sleep.