If we were dancing,
With pencils on paper,
Ink running out,
Getting frustrated,
I wouldn't drown myself but being able,
To shout it out.
Have I lost you,
No longer in this world of mine?
Why did we have to cross each other's line?
The pages keep on turning,
I can hardly recall memories.
Inside I feel that I am burning,
Living without you cannot be with ease.
I have been told that I should loose you,
That it's better than if I'd never had.
How possibly couldn't I choose you,
To never leave me with my broken heart?
And if the pages weren't turning,
Would I be able to I write down memories with you then?
Are the lessons that I've been learning,
Learned for nothing so that this will happen again?
Now that you have got someone else,
And that I don't know what I'm waiting for.
Perhaps the future will give me so much more.
If we were dancing, wouldn't I drown myself?
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