The bitter pill has a taste like no
Other
The sweet allure of wanting
Can hide all but the strongest of
Will
Yet we all know that in the end
Life
Does not bed on roses
Life
Does not play your game of cards
Life
Has no understanding
No thought for your breaking heart
The taste remains
Bitter  
Sour
Wrong

I no longer need this victim
My life no longer wants
I'm happy as I live here
The taste has all but gone

However in the end
We all know the pill remains
Waiting
Needing
Being
A friend
Until the
end