I wish she'd miss
But she'd rather diss,
I was never ink
She's severed the link,
Our bridge is in the chasm
I was but a spasm,
She's been over
Lost my four leaf clover,
I'm dead and dying
But I can't keep from lying,
To my broken heart
Wasn't real from the start,
I used to hold her hand
But now I feel like a bag of sand,
Because I was so high in the clouds,
I didn't ask why,
But I almost had it all
And I didn't think I would fall,
Only in the sunsets it dawns on me
To have nothing is to be totally free...
© okpoet