A promise we made,
& also believed.
Could it still be,
or were we decieved?
I wonder how,
I make it through.
It hurts so bad,
to think of you.
Why does love,
strike so fast?
Makes you so happy,
then never last.
I hate the way,
this cuts through me.
Cold and sharp,
Can you ever Imagine the way,
I cry every night.
Becasue I wonder now,
Do I continue or
Have I lost the fight..
I hope you will think of our memories,
now and then if this is so.
