I wish I could hold you, One last time,
A last chance,
to feel again.
Now I’m broken and can’t feel anything.
Here I am, thinking of our beginning,
That I couldn’t change our past,
Slow down- what ended so fast,
But I can’t;
A mere mortal,
Magic I can’t cast.
Yet, I won’t be much blue,
As now, I’m thinking of you,
Thinking of us,
Neither shall I blame, nor cuss,
For I’m grateful,
That Cupid and Aphrodite paired us.
Though I’ve got these broken strings,
Broken, like else of everything,
For you gave me something,
When my very existence meant nothing.