strong hands and soft green eyes,
i could get lost in the corners of his mind.
he has soft brown locks
that were made for my fingers to comb through
and without him this life would be so very blue.
i was made for him and he for me.
our lives were made to intertwine
like two branches on a tree.

but we’ve met a fork in the road,
so to speak,
and now our love might have reached its peak.
I don’t want to lose,
so which path should we choose?
end it now?
and maybe somewhere down the road we could begin again?
or keep dragging it out?
so that we won’t be able to stand each other by the time we burnout?