Bittersweet will be your last few verses
because I wouldn't have them any other way
or in any other shape or type of form
even if I have to reform
the way I always felt about you.

They say the pen is mightier than the sword
but mine was always as soft as a feather
because when it came to you
my heart never knew better
and how you never deserved
the verses I wrote about you.

If my sleeves ever looked
damaged and torn
and the ends deteriorating
and falling apart
don't ever be surprised
because that is were I always wore my heart
perhaps I needed a new shirt
or perhaps I needed a new life
but you can never deny
that all I ever wanted was you.

I refuse to part ways with my dreams
because even if this full house isn't a flush
it doesn't mean that I won't win
it doesn't mean that I will budge
while you built our future

with your own cards and didn't bluff
and drifted away in your ship
while mine started to sink
I finally had a good hand
and got a hold of solid ground
while we both learned how to swim.

So this is my requiem for a dream
the last love letter for this love
and may this poem be in memory of
the person who I used to be.

Written, spoken or in thought
Ottis writes no more,
about you.