Who Wouldv'e Knew...

Who knew

That love could be so true.

That I would Find love in you,

And that you would find love in me too.

Who knew

That love could be found

In a place so unprofound,

Yet at first, somehow, by me, not found.

Who knew

That life could turn out so sweet

Then cave in on itself From beneath my feet,

Letting me fall to my defeat.

Who knew

That death could be so nice.

And that living would not suffice

As a helpful adversary to surviving the world's vice.

Who knew

That you could turn out to be so cold,

And that your every lie woould unfold

Befor my eyes, the truth, it be told.

Who knew.

Wel now I do.

I now know that you love was too good to be true,

And how I now regret ever laying mine eyes upon you.

I wish I had knew

That you were never right for me,

And that you loved unfathfully.

But I did not know, you see.

Now all I can say

Is that I am Fine now that you have gone away.

And now that my life has been ridden of you,

All I can think is, "Who wouldv'e knew..."