Tell me, was it all in vain?
At this point popping prescription pills seems preferable to pain.
Poetry appears my prosthetic voice,
but is it prophetic or pathetic, what’s the point of choice?
When at this point I have no power
If I’m running, call me a coward
Can’t help it, I’ve stared it in the face,
but we both know, it can’t be saved.
Should I save my breath, should I save my face,
should I start a new, should I just give chase?
You ran, left, because it wasn’t right
I never could get the words just right
I couldn’t help but care, but love isn’t fair
See it doesn’t pick and choose where it takes roots
Like leaves in autumn we fall through the air
In the fall there is something precious
Memories to last lifted by lifelong lessons
Better to have loved and lost, paid the cost
Accost a summer harvest one year
Succumbing to tears, and facing our fears
In my heart, the scar of a splinter
And give up one sunny day for a day in the rain
Than to have never felt what was winter.