The needle
in the haystack,
you were for me,
and
I walked to that stack
and
pulled you straight out,
as it was meant to be,
that one chance
in a lifetime,
sent from heaven above,
to find the truest love.
But there was another,
who just could not see,
what it was,
you meant to me,
and
she just didn’t care,
because I did not fit
into her plan
in this little game
she played,
so she tore
our love apart,
with her powers
that you gave.
I had this needle in hand,
and was
sowing our love so grand,
This love she couldn’t see,
so she slapped my needle
from the hands of me,
and I picked it up
time and again,
and sowed
with all I was.
This love not meant to be,
she deemed
and you agreed,
with your actions
and participation,
as you gamer she ensnared,
who stole true love away,
because she never cared,
or knew
just how much I love you.
