Why does love always feel
like a ticking time bomb...

I apologise that I am damaged,
trying to recover from something...

If I begged and if I cried,
would you take back my heart...

When I think about you,
I try to stop your love...

I missed all the signs in your eyes,
as one at a time they were trying to tell me...

I'm begging please for you to take
all of your words away...

The only time I think of you
is every day and every night...

I thought sharing the sky was off limits,
because loneliness was starting to feel safe...

I wish I could believe
in something new...

I love listening to your messages
you send through smiling eyes...

Will you really die a happy man
knowing that you have lived...

I know I seem to be recycling
the same old poem...