Living, loving, on borrowed time.
Let's talk about our future,
and the next time together,
that may never be,
who's only chances, she kills
by the day by day to exhaustion.
Learn this gift's value,
once destroyed,
and dead,
and buried
and
all too late.
Know what is missing,
as I already know now
from the choices
she made for and against us.
The least of life,
has will to live.
This monster of a love,
is so big and hard to kill,
but for her mission,
her destiny,
to send it and
my heart to hell.
She will remember the heaven,
lived by we two angels,
for a time so sweet,
as I remember in the same,
but I too remember
the past pains
to present
with no relief
from the gift of
such horrifying
tragedy perpetrated.
She would and will
never know,
what pain
she has
put me
through.
My life,
it's memories,
so heavenly,
so hell.
Her memories
will haunt,
in the realization,
of what we had,
and what
she threw away,
but all too late,
when all is lost,
by her very own hand.
These things she now does,
with their pain filled damage,
she can't even see,
right now.
