I knew everything by now-nothing
less than what was to come-I was
satisfied.
Our love was a short lived blossom of cherry colored roses that withered
with time, and the sour water was
never changed-neither were our lies.
A gift here, a celebration for this,
maybe a wedding is what we both
wished.
I wasn't anything more to her, than
I couldn't have shared-she was the
lesson, I just didn't care.
