behind us is what we fear
in front of us it stares
pay attention
never to mention
love is at our backs
yet it lacks
the pride enough to reveal itself
the years that ive lost in search
the weight ive carried
the love ive had and lost
al;ways behind
let it remind
that love is never up front
its always condesending
so stop pretending
that its your fault its left me
i stay in constant view of my rearviiw mirror
this seems to be the way to not get trampled