stake, through the one thing that was beatin for you..
hands, covered my eyes so i was blind when you flew.
ropes, tied me down so i couldnt go.
You, made everything beautiful..
But there is no fairytale,
no love is like that.
Always bumps in the road,
drama every turn you go.
But i can say,
for a belief moment,
i was happy.
All good comes to an end dont they?
thats what i learned..
Dislocated Heart
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-good-comes-to-an-end/
