I loved so hard
So many
Did I give up or
Did I lose touch
Where did we go
Am I still alive
I can feel the end
But I’m still breathing
I thought I would be
Already gone a wisp
Not quite tortured
But my feeling of love
Has been completely
Torched now standing
Out of the line of fire
Save yourself
To be alone
Why do people say
They are always there
When in all actuality
They are not?
Is that what we call
Wishful thinking
Or is it just a lie
© GÄ
Poétique 