I will die one day
perhaps lost with the remains of tears in my eyes
hiding the remnants of fear behind a fake smile
perhaps alone for I want of no other woman than the one I had
but that's my quandary
my tribulations to bear
the payment for my sins pride and the expectations of everything going wrong to the point of they do
to proud to ever back down no matter the fight
expecting the worse in everyone
I am still today in love as much as I was yesterday
but like a shakespearean tragedy it's all in vain
all that is missing is the poison in the wine
or the flashing of the knives as they kill their compatriot
Et tu, Brute?
never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo
other than maybe the story of my life
I will die one day
perhaps lost with the remains of tears in my eyes
hiding the remnants of fear behind a fake smile
~ D Donner ~
And thus
With a kiss, I die. today a hater ran me off the road while I walked my grandson from school. Dying is easy, living just sucks a lot of the time - allets