I know the reality
Of how you make me feel
I sit with that truth
I look at its fine lines and wrinkles
It is a tired love
It has grown weary with age
Stricken with wants and lacking of
It should rest
But still I take its hands
I lead it down a path uncertain
With a certainty that this isn't what it needs
I look it in the eyes and know there's nothing left there
So why do I try to stoke a flame that has since gone out
I ignore the reality
But I know it dearly as a friend
I was leading you to the roses
But you were always free to go where you'd like