XXVI
For what reason is there to love;
When the love that you give,
Is returned in void.
One always thought love was a two-way road.
Seems like I was wrong;
But then I should have known.
Have lived my life
On that one-way road,
Never letting the love that was given;
To return to the place from which it was given.
It could be,
That some type of love,
Is coming back to me in a raging flood.
But it is not the love that I need,
To cleanse me of this blood.
I don't doubt your love;
But it is plain to see,
There is something hindering you,
From letting it just be.
I don't know,
Maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe I've learned all that I need,
And it's time to move on.
To find the person with the other pieces,
Of my broken heart.
