When does the fire go out,
between two in love.

Does the road of love ever end,
or does it just change.

When the love stops,
with that look in one's eyes.

No longer a hug,
just a shout of doubt.

One has to read between the lines,
to keep up with one's lies.

Only to lead to time going by,
of a life with no promises.

So if one feels they have to lie,
then the one must reply.

To only repeat the things.
that one says to thee

A life full of promises,
that are know broken.

Once two in love,
now two lonely hearts broken.

Breathing sometimes seems to be,
the hardest thing to do.

With all one says and
what the two have been through.