Can’t believe we’re at a crossroad,
You say to me,
“You either change or go on alone,”
How did we ever get to this?
I thought it was love,
When you breathed it in little whispers,
Made me see colors of red and mauve,
And Cupid was at my doorstep, hands full of letters.
I thought it was love,
When you looked me in the eye with unbridled passion,
Making my heart into tiny streams dissolve,
Oh! Who foresaw this lesion.
‘Cuz I’m listening to the things you say,
I wonder if it ever was love,
Or did we just lose some things along the way,
Or was it lies all along you wove.
I do not have the answers,
I’m here all alone my brain in different directions,
My phalanges as restless as my tarsals,
My thoughts in a crazy dissection.
We have come this far,
When no one believed we could;
Our deal was forever,
Or were we living in a paradise of fools?
Then…
Then like letters in the bluest sky,
I see a maybe-it’s-not-over
Woven along the yet-to-be-trodden miles,
Aye, the rainbows will be our cover.
And...
And then, hope resurrects,
The fire of faith rekindles,
Maybe our relationship can be saved,
And love, kindness will reign unbridled.
“Cuz we have come this far,
We just can’t let it go,
We’ve got so much more to share,
So much more to know.
It’s not over,
The sun smiles, as it hovers; It’s not over,
And the rainbows will be our cover.
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