you dont think it can go wrong it dosent enter your thoughts
innocent optomism when you first dated... its complicated
a picket fence house a beautiful wife perfect life created
emotion spent passion stagnated... its complicated
did it die over time or like a candle wick with the pinch of wet fingers
is it dead or can it be re-animated...its complicated
you try one last time to re-kindle the spark a candle lit dinner
a walk in the park where you first dated...its complicated
golden rings removed the wedding day token a promise of eternal love
words that are spoken a partner once loved a person now hated...its complicated
the anger and bitterness comes to a head like a puss filled pimple
so you sqeeze...nothing lasts forever...its simple
It was a gift,
A token,a pen
A pen in which I had to make my inks,
I decided I made myself the ink.
We met by fate,
We made a vow,i made a vow
A vow forever,
I re- modify our love,i cured my scars,
My pen was losing ink,i was bleeding profusely,
Bleeding trying to make things right,
Am in love with you but you are in love with another,
I bury you inside,
My blood was drained without a drop left.
My pen of you was the beginning and the end,
It was just a gift,i could have repudiate it but it was my fate to live serving you...
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