Broken Quill…

they said,
to love you is to die.
i read their lips as i rose my wrists
to hug your knife,
dead.

you said,
i’ve searched the world far and wide,
you were all i was hoping to find.
but now i’m thinking,
maybe you lied.

i said,
i would always be there
and i promise to love you till the end
well, the end is here
and the promise is like the love
and the love is like this song
broken

maybe i could repair my heart
and mend this trust
to be a better man
to be a stronger man
the one she knew me to be
the one i know she would want me to be

you said,
do the things now for yourself,
though you are only alive because of she.

now she’s gone,
you’re gone
and I have to live on,
for me, our promise of love, and she.

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