Half the battle
Is waiting for her to call you.
Looking into her eyes
And seeing sadness you can do nothing about.
Jumping up and down
When she calls your name from afar.
When she jumps into your arms
And you both shed tears of joy.
From the first kiss to those three words:
I love you.
The other half
Is watching her walk away.
Leaving and never coming back,
And only to take apart of you with her.
Finding out you only made her life worse.
You look at her, into those eyes...
Those eyes you once saw as spectacular,
Now filled with a dead look of hate
And ask why?
You get nothing...
And then the battle is over
With a bittersweet ending.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
Half the battle
Is waiting for her to call you.
Looking into her eyes
And seeing sadness you can do nothing about.
Jumping up and down
When she calls your name from afar.
When she jumps into your arms
And you both shed tears of joy.
From the first kiss to those three words:
I love you.
The other half
Is watching her walk away.
Leaving and never coming back,
And only to take apart of you with her.
Finding out you only made her life worse.
You look at her, into those eyes...
Those eyes you once saw as spectacular,
Now filled with a dead look of hate
And ask why?
You get nothing...
And then the battle is over
With a bittersweet ending.
This goes to all who have loved and then lost.
