posted on Dec, 24 2016 @ 06:21 PM
I'm tying my shoe,
and getting ready to leave.
There is no plea to stay
only a get out now!
You scream at me
and tell me how bad I am.
I have nothing left to give
what you call love has warn me out.
So I am out the door
and not looking back,
not looking back.
So this is it,
our love lies dead.
Maybe it was only
a desire born in our heads?
Things you and I both said
were maybe only wishes.
We told others of our love
and they said how lucky we were.
But our hungry hearts ate us alive,
they grew weaker and weaker.
Until nothing was left,
our love became homeless.
And now I am out the door
and not looking back,
not looking back.