Did you ever feel like you were
going the wrong way,
on a one way street,
giving all your love
and feeling little in return?
Does not love breed love,
for hate breeds hate, I've heard.
To be loved enough,
there was a time I know,
the love was there,
in a quantity of enough
and so much more.
Two way street,
loving and loved,
immeasurably,
this two worthy.
I could feel it
and knew,
so where did that feeling
go?
This, I need to
know.
Does she love me true?
or does she love me
only just enough
to keep me
hanging on?
and if so,
should I be gone?
for I feel like her heart
has already left the building.
Is there hope,
in the most hopeless situations,
for this greatest of
hopers,
hoping in pain and vain?
