Our dreams were once so ambitious…

But baby, lately , it seems
Fighting has become so repetitious.
Exaggerated anger spewed
As we watch our words become malicious.

Verbally stabbing at each other
Aiming for the heart.
Looking at one another
Wondering
“How’d this even start?”

Pride keeps us fighting
The fact
That all we really want
Is to get the old “us” back.

But Pride prevents us both
From owning up to that.

This state of turmoil
Is getting old.
We’re unsettled in this place.

Its wearing us down,
You wear
Your frustration on your face.

I’m tired too..
But still….

I don’t feel ready to let you go.

Even though I know
I don’t always show—
You’re more special to me
Than you will ever know.

If you walk away right now
Please,
Don’t take the bad times with you.
And if I tell you, one last time-
“I love you”
One last time,
Tell me-
you love me too.

But…
only if you really do.

Love comes without a warranty,
No real terms of agreement
Or guarantee to surpass--
And I know, somethings
Just aren’t meant to last.

So,
We fumble with the fact:
There is no going back.

Our flame is slowly burning out...
And our love
Is slowly
fading back to black.
.
.
.
.
.
.

(Can you shine some light on that?)



Never Never Land - Lyfe Jennings