2014-11-12 23:57:11 (UTC)

a poem for ironman...

Once we were
but now we are not
how could this eventuate?

Was it the passion you held?
or was it all those promissory notes?
or was it all the attention you paid to me?

my love for you
It is impossible to quantify..
yet i was left
to hold onto a gossamer thread...

If i had to do it over,
i'd still succumb to your every fancy, woe and plea,
i'd still be loyal,like i was

Hold me now
Touch me now
i beg,Be my panacea

i'll love you forevermore...