Dear Love
Dear Love,
I am lonely, angry and sad.
I don't know what to do,
I used to look to you for happiness,
but now, now I am confused.
I only write about suffering, pain and death.
Why is my life such a mess?
You must believe me when I say,
"I was happy once," back in the day.
At first you made me dream
of the future and a white picket-fence,
but now I only dream of misery
and my own sadness.
We were beginning to break apart and drift away.
I tried so hard to hold on and stay,
but inch by inch and day by day,
you began to slip away.
My only regret was that I did not kiss you,
hold you and ask you to stay.
I let you slip away...
