Oh, to love,
to really love,
I did it,
I really did,
and I still do.
What happened?
What happened to you?
What happened to us?
Where did it go?
Why did it go?
How could it?
Or did it not?
Is it still there,
just glazed over,
with the mistakes?
I feel the love,
I know it’s there,
it does exist,
somewhere,
somewhere.
I exist,
you exist,
the love exists,
can we exist?
When I look back
on precious memories,
made by the one by one…..
Would you ever,
would you never
hurt me?
Would I ever,
would I never
hurt you?
I never wanted to hurt you.
I never want to hurt you.
I never wanted to hurt.
I don’t want this pain.
It taints and stains,
and makes for madness.
No mad and mad,
we should be glad,
for what we had,
and still could have,
if we could just find
that lost,
once again.
