Past Present

Dead, now gone forever more;
My love for you now must ignore.
To thee I be something of a bore,
'Tis thee now gone, 'tis thee ov'r.

Entrapment of thy heart, from you
And by you only. Free alas I may do
That which I wish and think what is true.
But even so ever more I dream of you.

Broken and shatter 'tis the state of trust
No longer do I have for you. Now I do must
Go on and move along. Forget of what bust
And did break; forget feelings of love or lust.

Out of my mind must I rid all of thee.
No longer can my mental abide or may I be
Obsessed with thoughts and dreams and theory
Of all outcomes no longer possible for me.

Twas it I who pushed you too hard for
You to come to such a hasty choice? Nor
Twas it not I that gave up. I tried yet more
After each struggle to still last and I'm still sore.

And still wounded from the battle taken place
Here, among us. And the smoke still fills the face
Of the hills that played as our battle ground. Trace
Back to see twas friend, not foe, that provided mace

To the sparks to make our anger yet grow.
But twas the same friends that helped show
The nature of the passion we would both know
As the decisions of our mistakes, ending in "no."

Too was the family a part in this, they're to blame.
Twas it not them who did put end to this game!
But for why did you up and then take shame
In admitting you were with me. Now my name

'Tis one of dislike and hated among them.
Even still I try to yet again try. But then
I come and see my mistake: you with him!
And I can see my future: dark and dim.