How come,
People,
Say that love is a gift,
When it truly is,
But what happens,
When loves broken,
I mean come on,
The only gift given and or received,
Is a broken heart in the end,
Some ones heart,
That may never mend,
So I don't know,
When and why,
This may be coming to an end,
But see,
I can't stand,
Us not being together,
I can't stand,
Us getting in fights and arguments,
Knowing that I love you so much,
And you may not,
Any more that is,
I think,
Where both starting to feel,
A distance forming,
Between us,
And I wish it would stop,
But every time,
It starts to lower,
We always find a way,
To build it back up again,
Like every time,
Theres a fight,
It creates more space,
It feels like,
And you know what,
I love you so much,
And I don't want it to end,
But if it does,
You need to understand,
I'll love you no matter what,
Even in the end...
