So much we take,
Bent far enough to break.

Give our bests,
Yet its fake.

Receiving what we.
vowed not to give

The body hurts,
shatters like glass.

Time slows down.
doesn't seem to pass.

What have I done?

Did I deserve,
another shot from the Gun?

An optical playback,
through time in the mind.

As we rewind, old doors seem open,
previously locked by good byes.

Was it better,
when there was another.

Should we let the other,
choose our fate?

Contemplating regrets,
while hell they create.

Oh what a waste, yet again he tastes,
The questions, he’s answered,
Though the plans, were mastered,
Yet once again her mind raced.

Why oh why?
Do these thoughts, never die?
For when they arrive, its time for him to fly.
Run away from the pain, escape this life again!

How many times, should a man cry?
Plead and beg, until he dies?
Is this his life? Will it never change?
All he changed, he shoves down the drain!

A different man, he chose to be.
For you and him, but you failed to see!
Now he wanders about, wondering what he’ll do.
For the battle was lost as they split in two.

Yet he will love again, for his love was true.
So full of care, although, he was a fool,
No woman resists, they do not dare,
His nurture is honey, his breath their air.

On a path he walks, strong he stands,
Flowers bloom, with his glance,
Fruit drop down, into his hands,
What has become of this man?