If I knew from the start
I would wind up with
this empty heart,
used to hold this pain,
would I have let
me love her?
I would have to say yes,
but still I know
not what
I'd have done,
to have her,
with me stay.
So here I stand alone,
with empty heart in hand,
preparing to venture
across this vast empty wasteland,
and know not where I go.
