A romance in a time where the only conversation you have is a fight
Where the love you see in his eyes can only be seen with a black light
Where the heart you once held in your hands and prayed for at night
Can never be seen when it’s in a revenge flight
Away from me I want you to go because I do nothing but harm
The past is the future, and the future is the present, and I mean to
have no alarm
I want you to let me go and forget that I exist
Leave me to rot inside this stone walled cist
If was you angel, your love, your life, why do you hurt me just out of
spite
There are a lot of things I regret, and a lot I don’t but I might
So now the scars are building up on the legs and on the arms
You say you don’t want to hurt me but you’ve done so much more harm
Keeping stuff from me and now you like this girl you say
I have a hunch you never cared because it’s only been one more hard day
But I will let you go and wish you well but secretly hold on to you
tight
But this is one of those things I don’t regret which I actually might
I know I deserve all these tears and sorrow because I was the one to
break your heart
But why did I have tears and sorrow before this whole thing got its
start
You over-reacted I understand and I also did too
You said things you didn’t mean which you meant to do
So I forgive all you have done to hurt me in the past
But the past in the future and the future is the present and I guess I
am the last
So go and leave and make a new life based on what you believe
Meet a girl that you can trust and a love you can overachieve
As I will sit and watch you grow stronger and gain more confidence
In my cist made of dark grey stone my love will never hence
I can’t do anything now but pray that you are happy
But I don’t think I’ll ever know because I pray that you’ll forget me

Thats deep. If I could talk Like that I would'nt need my smile to get
the ladies.

why thank you. i wish that it worked the same way for women but we need
looks to catch the eyes of most men. they could care less for our
poetry.

Nonsense... Actually that is true Its part of the picture book
hypothesis. No worrys though. You have looks and poetry.

hahahahah thank you.