First to come,
last to go,
first to dream,
last to know.
Deserted,
forsaken,
the roses,
they fade,
the arms
grow weak.
and he said
I was
a hopeless romantic,
destine for a life
of pain,
and I needed to
just let it go.
This worked for him.
He just took a pill,
and it chased his pains away.
And in this medicated state,
he said
he no longer cares,
or feels any pain.
Oh, to hide from reality,
if only for a moment,
what I would not do…
I would not give up
who I am,
though the pain
be a part of me too.
Lessons must be learned,
I think this is the way,
for without the learning,
we're destined to mistakes,
day after day,
with no hope
to get it right,
in this thing
that we call life.
