To my love, I leave you this:
Something hard to find, and easy to miss.
I've loved you once,
I've loved you twice,
I've loved you so much,
But is it worth the price.
I guess love has the same odds as the rolling of the dice.
A cut so deep,
Always causing me to weep.
I go to leap,
And over the edge I creep,
Because of the pain that I reap.
I'm fading fast.
I thought this time that is would last.
But all that is left of me is dried up and vast,
Of a wasted time that has surpassed.
I appear to be wise,
But it is all really a disguise,
A little surprise,
Of my demise.
In the middle there may be a reprise,
I try to revise.
All the while I hear cries.
And inside me something dies.
Because of severed ties.
You told me that I was the one,
But when all is said and done,
I ask myself, should it have ever begun?
