This time I have no doubts, daggers of truths like silence in our mouth.
....another page torn out...
One can change the name of a route, but you found new seeds, planted them, awaiting their sprout.
....another page torn out...
A darkened cloud drops rain about, you dangle something my heart cannot live without.
....another page torn out...
My blood in the dirt, never more devout, but in the defense of losing my love, you never gave a shout.
....another page torn out...
The book of our love, once so thick and stout,
Now has soo many pages.....
......pages torn out.....