Time to turn the feelings off.
It's been so misleading.
Now it's time to live in reality
No time for pleading.

I was living in a fantasy.
Hoping, it would only be me!

There is no such thing.
I can plainly see.
It's always been more
than 1, 2 or 3.

You always tried to convince me.
That I was making it
all up.
Someone would come around
and I would have to flee.
It may have been good for you.
But it wasn't good for me.

You would tell me I was crazy!
That I was making it all up.
I always knew it was shady.
And that I was making a mistake.
Then that day came.
You, yourself confirmed it
My knees began to shake
When I saw you step out
of  that  F-150 pickup truck.

Go back 5 years
To the beginning of
this affair
I knew it was wrong then
I should have never
been here

I put the blame on myself.
For it was plain to see.
There would never be a future!
Between you and me.

So, now It is time.
To put
my heart back on
the shelf.
Where it should
have stayed.

For I fell in love
With a woman that will
always astray  

  There would never be
  Trust
When ones heart
is full of lust.

Now to end this chapter.
The way that It must.
I am to never get involved.
With a women
having affairs!
Because, In reality.
They just don't care.

For I will lose in the end.
It doesn't matter to
the woman.
As long as they are
getting theirs.

Simba

When you think
you're the only rooster
think again.
Rooster in the hen house
wins the hen.

The hen will stay
well behaved.
Until there's a hole
in the fence.
Then the hen will become
free rein again.

As  the hen leaves
the roost!
That's when the other roosters
will strike again.
She will fluff up her feathers
to look the part!

Just Don't look away
for there is another
rooster up ahead.
This hen will react to
the  new rooster
when it says,
****-a-doodle-doo

That's when the hen smiles
and sounds off with
a cluck or two.
As the hen sticks her chest out.
Her tail feathers will go up.

The rooster she's with.
She doesn't give a flying
fluck
And the scenario
repeats itself
over and over again.

For this rooster is just
a bird brain.
It's all in his head!
That's what the hen
will say.
You're making it all up again.

So don't walk around to proud
saying,
**** -a-doodle-doo
with this hen.
She's not your hen.
She has to go back to
the roost soon.

She scored her points
with another rooster.
With it's ****-a-doodle-doo
That's all that matters
to this hen.

So, the next time
when the hen is outside
the fence.

She won't be cluckin for you.
It will be for the other rooster
that said ****-a-doodle-doo
in front of you.

  For that rooster, does not care
who is with this hen.
As long as It gets
this hen in the end!

Back through the hole
in the fence.
The hen returns to
the roost.
Like so many times before.

To the rooster in the hen house
that
always wins.

Simba

Rooster in the hen house
always wins.

It goes to
show
It doesn't matter.
When the hen gives in.

Make the Rooster happy!
To keep the peace with in.
It goes to show.
It doesn't really matter,
to this hen.

When the lights go out.
That's when it begins.
It may be real or just
pretend.
It really doesn't matter
in the end.

Why go down the road?
Said the hen!
When it's not far to go.
It's just to the next door!
To the rooster with in.
****-a-doodle-doo
once again.

See it really doesn't matter
To the hen.
There are other birds
of the same feather.
When the hen
doesn't give in.

This hen looks  for attention.
Something to sip on,
could be 1 or 2!
To stick out her chest.
A couple of winks
does the trick.
Maybe get a new do!
The tail feathers will
go up soon.
She's a free rein hen.

If it really did matter
To this hen,
towards you.
There would have
been some clucks.
Like 2 or even 10!

To whom, that thought
it mattered.
It was only pretend.
For the Rooster on
The outside.
That's the way
it has been.

If it really did matter
to this hen.
That rooster would
be out.
This one
would be in.

It doesn't matter to her.
Like it's been said.
It really doesn't matter
Because, she's   not
your hen.

The Rooster in the hen house.
Will always win.

Simba

The night is coming
upon on me.
The day is incomplete.
I know the night is coming.
Now I won't sleep.

Drinking Alone with only
my mind running.
To be here with
you away
Just keeps me
bumming

Watching the hours
passing by
Listening to the music
for it is live
Feeling my heart wanting
to cry

I am tired
I'm
feeling beat
I'm sitting in
this chair
I'm off my feet
Thinking of the
ride home

I know I need to take
it slow
there's no reason
to go
for I would only
be alone
no one to talk to
you are the only one
l want to hold

You stopped talking
to me
the Texting became
fewer like
I knew they
would

There is such a
time difference
I'm three hours ahead
of you
I know that you're
having fun
For there is so much
more for you
to do

I'm going to end
it here where
I could go on and on
I just want you to
have fun

I'll just sit here
keep you in my
thoughts and just listen
to this song

I love you

Simba

I see what I saw
I hear what I heard
I knew what I know
I feel what I felt
I deal with what I'm dealt
I tell what was told
I say what I said
I'm right what I write
I live I'm alive
I died I am dead
I believe what I believed.
I understand what I understood
I am a fool I've been fooled

Simba

To be told by you!
That you're living
a double life.
How can one be trusted?
If you're fake with me .
How, can you be true
to the another?

I have tried to put it aside.
When I opened my eye's
I realized it has been a lie.
It only benefits the one.

I know deep down inside,
you had a different agenda.
You would say;
"There has been no other's"
I tried to believe this.
To know it's not true.
There was nothing I could do.
Except to leave you.

You have played
that game.
With more than one
Before, during, and after.
Me, myself, and I.
I was  supposed to turn
a blind eye!
I asked myself.
What made me the
special one?
If you really wanted it
to be me.
You would have changed
your ways!

It won't work
that way.
Because, you have
it made!
To come and go as
you please!
The one thing on
your mind.
Is to deceive one,
from the other's.
It's about you!
Not you and me.
It's about you,he, and him.

No matter what,
you told  me
I know better.
You could not
convince me .
Game over

Simba

Couldn't Sleep Last Night
To Busy Thinking About You
Can't Get You Out Of My Head
But What Am I Supposed To Do

I Can't Seem To Do Anything
Without You In My Head
Every Night
I Sit And Think  
About You
As I Lie Awake In Bed

Im Going Crazy
I Just Don't Know What To Do
My Heart Controls My Mind
I've Fallen In Love With You

I Have to get you out
of my head
To much time has gone by
Nothing that can be said
For there has been to many
pillows laid upon
To many beds

It is what it is now
Regardless what was said
Need to focus  somehow
I need to
  Get you out of my head

Simba

To Celebrate ones
birthday
Is to satisfied
the one
What does one expect on
their special day
Could be the last one or many
more to come
Who is to say but the
one above

Do you give  
a kiss
Do you give
a hug
Is there a gift
Is there more
to come

Is that what is
expected.
To celebrate the one
that is
spoking of

Whether it's done
for pleasure
or just because

Should it be understood if
you're not the one

Is it just to
keep the peace
Is that the way it has
to be done

Separate Lives no
one thought
To be one of
the family
When the other
is not

My mind is running
it is full of thoughts
Am I overthinking
I will never no

To believe what
I am told
Here I Go Again
writing another
poem
talking again on
my telephone
Know I'm done it's
time to go

Simba

Hello, to my fellow,
Hello-poetry,
poets!
I am looking for feedback,also any recommendations... For the poems that I  wrote and will continue to write. In the near future. I am very open-minded and looking for honest opinions!
I want to become better with my poems.
So I am reaching out.
To my fellow poets!!
Thank you.
Please, stay safe.
Sincerely,
Simba

Thinking of you on
this day, Mom.

It's been five years since
you passed away.
I feel you in my heart
in every way.
For this is the gift
That you've given me.
In such a mysterious way.

I sit again.
I sit alone.
Talking into my telephone.
As the tears poured
down my face
I find myself in this
lonely place.

I wish you were here
sitting next to me.
Telling you my story
and my victories.

I ask of you, to stay
near me.
To guide me.
Through the rest of
this journey.
While I am on
this Earth.

Until I meet you again
Mother.

When it's my turn.
For God to call
me home.

I miss and love you Mom!
With all my heart ❤️

From your only son,
Danny

PS. I am smiling now 😊

I know some poems start off like this.
Roses are Red violets are blue.
For you Nala.
Simba, will start it this way.
It's true!
I never missed a woman.
As much as I miss you.
To look in your eyes.
Oh, so blue!
  The color of your hair.
The way the sun shines through.
The Way We kissed, felt so right.
I miss your touch.
The feel of your skin.
The way we laughed, and then kissed again!
I never thought,
I'd miss you this way.
The night's that pass, each and every day.
How we would get comfortable,
in our special way!
When I asked!
You would say okay.
I never thought,
I'd miss you this way.
When it came time
to say,
for you to go away.
The words, I never wanted to hear.
Now it's time.
To walk with you.
To give you the kiss,
that sent you on your way.
Knowing the wish in my heart.
I truly, wanted you to stay.
I never missed, a woman like this.
I felt it in my heart.
I told you so.
The way I watched, you go down the road.
Knowing, I should have told you then.
I love you Mary Ann!
It is true.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I truly love you!
You said it, too.

Simba

I love what I miss
and I miss what I love
I wish things could
be different
From God above

I know there's a difference
between love and hate
I've changed my ways
The other remains
the same
That bird will never
change
thier ways
That bird will stay
in the nest
While bluffing one
and thierself

It will find the food
that suits them best
It's not about loyalty
It's about what
they need
For that bird
It's the mealworm
In the moment
That suits them best

I've loved that bird
I flew away
I love that bird
to this day
But, I can't stay
with something
That will always  astray
Because that's the
only way
they want it
Each and everyday

I'm not looking to
build a nest
I'm beyond that
I contest
I'm looking for
forever more
I'm not looking for
a female Matadore
Who is looking for that bull
to score

I'm looking for
one-on-one
That's not wanting 2 or more
There's a word for this
It's rhymes with score

I want nothing  more to do
with that bird
Fly Away
Fly away

Simba

I'm just the lover
It's hard for me to sit
here and say
That this relationship is only
one way
Your needs are met
My needs are neglected

You can go with me
anywhere
I remain in the shadows
It's not fair
I can call you
my girlfriend
That's what I
can say

I don't know what you
call me
If someone saw us together
at  times I have to
walk away

You're invited to a place
where there are couples
Even single ones too
It doesn't really matter
because
I can't be with you

There's not even a thought
for me to go along
To everybody else I'm
just a ghost  
You wouldn't even ask
the host
If I could go too
This is the part I hate
the most

I don't think you would
have fun with me
tagging along
We go here we go there it
doesn't matter then

To go to a party it's
forbidden
Even if I was called
just a friend
I guess that would be
a good explanation
if anybody was to ask
who I am

We can't be a couple
or even go
as a friend
That's the way this
relationship
works
You decide what I
can attend

The Point is that I'm not
wanted there
It's Pam's bubble
that works for you
If you really wanted
me to be with you
You would ask her
for me to go
it's true

It doesn't really matter
as long as you
enjoy you

I know you said to me
It's my decision what I
want to do.
I believe it's your
decision too

You have control
over where I can go
when I can and
  can't be with you
My feelings are
If you really wanted me there
I would be

I have finally realized
I'm just a lover
Not to be known as
anything else
to others
that
I'm supposed to
remain Undercover that's
the role of a lover
Not to expect
anything other
that's just who
I am

Simba

It's pouring out now
wondering how
it is on
the shore

Wishing I was smelling
the salt air
probably wouldn't be
such a bore

Walk on the beach
with only a glair
by myself wondering
why I was there

No one would be
on the sand
even if there were
two people
or
more than a
hundred

For the sands
Through The Hourglass
Are not the same
as they would be under
my feet

The sound of the Waves
crashing on the
shore
sound so much
better before

Take a deep breath
**** it all in
This trip will
be over
Another will begin

The sun is out now
this is how
my poem
will end

Simba

Good night to you
wherever you are
So far away nothing
is the same

I'm not sure what
tune to play
I'm wondering what
to do
If I will be staying
or
I'll be going away

I put it in
God's hands
It's all I can do
Roses are red Violets are blue
It's out of my
hands now
It's all up to you

For you will decide
what my future
will bring
You have control
over everything

I am down on my knees
I am praying to you
That somehow the sunlight
will shine through

Roses are red Violets are blue

changed the course
of my life
For I love you

Simba

Life is very strange
I'd say.
This is where
I'll begin.

I play this scenario over and
over again.
I play it over in
my head.

I'm  writing these words
not looking for sorrow.
  Tme is short.
Time is
borrowed.
What is here today is
gone tomorrow.

People come in your life
for the moment or
for years.
Sometimes you wonder
why they appear!

They will change your direction
from what it
once was.
To now what it is.

Time changes people as
you know.
People come.
People go.
Situations will make
you grow
if you let them!

Never go backwards.
Keep moving
forward, that's
how
chapters are
written.

Be careful what you say!
Be careful what
you do.
Because, they have a way
of coming back to
haunt you.

The tongue has no bone
this is true!
What you write with
your fingers.
Can hurt you, too.
Do this, do that in
this world today.
It can be very misleading
in many ways!

For I am the misfit,
of Misfit Island.
The one that
you see.

An outcast. A survivor.
The one out to sea!
A lesson that came across
the sea breeze.
For it filled up
the sails
and put it before me.

                            Simba

There will always be
more than one fisherman.
( Especially,
the one before me.)

Who will ignoring the;  
Private property.
No trespassing signs.
At that polluted pond.

Thinking I had the
best bait.
I thought, I had caught
the prize of the day!
It looked good!

To think that fish was
a keeper!
Only to realize.
It was an easy catch.
It was caught before.
It didn't matter what kind
of bait I used.

I had to throw it back.
There was more than
one hook.
And it won't be
the last.

I was wrong fishing in
that pond.
Ignoring
those signs.
I will never go back.

That is the end.
Of,
My fishing trip

Simba

Time flies when you're
having fun
Seems like there is no
clock to watch

Still waiting for someone
to come in
but you know that's
been botched

So then you realize you're
the only one
Sitting at this table
and chair

I wonder if I should text
I know
I just don't dare

Not sure if I should
be thinking
that's what I've been doing
a lot of

I have to stay focused
on what I need
to do
instead of sitting here
feeling blue
I have to keep my
chin up
sometimes one needs a
big shove
  I still believe in the
one above

So I pray to him to help
me through
To have him send me
that Holy dove
I am out of words now
I'm done

Simba



One Speaks there so much
to say

Not even a word,
or even a care.
For  this is a one way
love affair.

To wake up in
the morning.
Thinking today will be
the day!
To see a hello a good morning
or even a hey!
It is  telling me
this is a one way
love affair

One can't take
the time.
Out of there busy,busy day.
It just doesn't matter
in this one way
love affair.

There are others
to talk to and
other things to read.
You're showing your interest!
It's just not with me.
In this a one way
love affair.

I have asked questions.
With no reply for
me to read.
I said I wasn't going
on the list.
This is the last thing
you sent to me.
( ? )
You don't care.
In this one way
love affair

I didn't answer
your question.
So you stop talking
to me.
You have lost interest.
This i can see.

It's  all about you!
Not about you and me.
You have been online
many of times.
I know it to be.

For even in the wee
early hours.
It still doesn't matter.
You won't text
me.
Not even a phone call .
You don't
miss me.
In this a one way
love affair

You told me.
I was just a friend
with benefits.
You friend-zoned me.

That's the way you
want it.
You want it to be.
  In this one way
love affair.

Simba

Time flies when you're
having fun
Seems like there is no
clock to watch

Still waiting for someone
to come in
but you know that's
been botched

So then you realize you're
the only one
Sitting at this table
and chair

I wonder if I should text
I know
I just don't dare

Not sure if I should
be thinking
that's what I've been doing
a lot of

I have to stay focused
on what I need
to do
instead of sitting here
feeling blue
I have to keep my
chin up
sometimes one needs a
big shove
  I still believe in the
one above

So I pray to him to help
me through
To have him send me
that Holy dove
I am out of words now
I'm done

Simba

I've been part of a school situation.
For quite a few years now.
That has given me motivation
and direction.
As well as an eye opener!

I've been schooled part time
for years.
By a substitute teacher.
Hoping to become full-time!

But, then disappears
Without a chance of
making contact.
Due to a different agenda.

One sends messages
with no reply.
That makes it hard
to comprehend.

It's easy when the teacher
makes the schedule.
You either have a class that day
or you don't
.
What works for one.
Doesn't necessarily mean.
It will work for the other.  
When there are other
students, in between.

The teacher gets to pick!
What works for them that day.
Who controls the joystick
Which student will be picked.

The principle is "In the house!"
Who, is being betrayed.
For the teacher will pick.
The student of the day.
Regardless, of what the principal
or student  has to say!
I make no difference anyways.

When's it going
to be the teachers turn?
They
ask!
As a student.
I would say
They have been getting there
turn for years
Don't let anyone get in the way!
Because, then it's easy enough
to be pushed away.

For I am only a part-time
student anyways.
Who will never become full-time
Because, it doesn't work.
For that teacher in that way!

You are outside the bubble.
The game that is being played.
Principal vs. Student's vs. Teacher

I should put the checks in the mail
and be on my way.
For this teacher
will be getting there new schedule
My name won't be on it.
The semester is over
without a care.
Easy come, easy go!
For this is not
the teachers first
coloring book or Rodeo.

                                            Simba

The end is near.
I don't know what there is
to go on now.
I feel so alone and broken.

I have love in my heart!
It feels like a throne was taken,
wasted away.
I do not know what
else to say.

I feel deserted and I know
I do not deserve it.
I tried so hard in my life.
I sacrifice my own
to give to them.
So, I feel like
I don't even matter.

  Then why do I bother
to stay on this earth?
It's because of my 88 year old father.
Once he is gone from
this world.
Upon that day!
I feel there's no other
reason to stay.

I'm going to slip out
the back door.
I'm going to go away.
When I am gone.
Then what will
people say?

No one will know
where I will be.
Then I will see,
how they will get along
without me.

Until then I'll just pretend
That everything
is okay.

My heart is broken.
My heart is shattered.
So much for being a father. :(

Simba

You had told me
You would never
go back to him.
I knew you would.
I hope you're happy
you did!

You can still live the LIE
You will still have to hide
Until the day your
husband dies.

Then he can step out
of the shadows and
you both can pretend.
That you guys
just met each other
once again.

You two don't care
What you both do apart
I'm sure he has
other woman.
Like you have
other Men.

Until, you get together.
To do what you do.
Not to be seen
with others.
Like I saw with my
own eyes!
  The day I saw you.

At least it's not me now!
I don't have to hide.
I'm sure he won't either.
You'll have an alibi,
another lie.

You won't have to pretend
with me anymore.
We were just lovers .
The one  I feel in love with.

I have always been  
the convenient one.
I lived closest to you.
I think?

To sleep in my bed.
The way I held you.
Then you would pretend!
I was the best one for you.
When I would do,
What I did to you.
You would tell me.
I was the best,
at what I did to you!

Only because,
he was far away.
Im sure ,
you have told him
that too!

But, then again
you told me this.
You would drive
over an hour or two!
To do.
Whatever you two
do together.

You can tell him you
love him!
You probably do.
Just like you told me.
You loved me, too.

You're back with your old
shopping partner.
Your lover, too!

He will take you out to dinner
and for drinks.
I'm sure you won't pay half
on anything.
Just think!

He will even open
your door!
After you step
out of his car.
  Then lean in.
To thank you for the night
and for what you did to him.
To kiss you on the cheek
then your lips.
It won't stop there.
It will be
much more
in the end.

I'm sure he's has
big hands.
Like you told me
I do!
I'm sure you say that,
to all of the boys!

Just like I have
done before.
Then again.
He has done this for
many years!
Because,
He has six years before
you and I.
Oh, yeah!
Also, during our five
years together
It all the same.
It's a long time.


The bottom line is.
You're cheating on
your husband.
Then you go home
to him.
Only to start all
over again
It will never end.

He's no different
than I.
He's waiting on
the side.

So you live your
double life.
I'm happy for you!
I hope he's making
you happy,
too!

He's your chosen one!
It's not me for you.
You can fly south in the winter!
When it comes time, too!

I Should have never been
a part of this.
I am guilty in this
love triangle,
or was it a square?
Possibly, an octagon!
Now I don't care

I fell in love with you!
When I gave you
that kiss.
I was living  
a fantasy.
I was making
a wish!
A wish to be
with you.
Now I can see.
That this wish won't
come true.
Not for me.

So no matter what
I just wrote
to you!

Remember this.
I did love you
Mary Ann!

From that first
time kiss!
I wrote
that poem.

From Me to You.

Simba

Roses are red  
violets are blue
I get so nervous
when you're far away
I don't know why
I guess I'm built
that way
I really don't know
what to say
I don't know what
to expect
You will hit the beach
for a week
I will be here
not able to eat
Probably won't even
sleep
Not knowing what
I should do
Your life will remain
the same
My life
is going
to change
You will still drive down
that driveway
Everything in
your life
will remain the same
I was just a
substitute
To you know
who
I am the one
that had to stay
in the shadow
Even the one
before me
So I would not
exposure you
I became
obsessed
I could not tell
anybody
about you
Except for the ones
in my circle
everyone else
I had to hide
for you
Nothing was going
to change
no matter what
he said
Even if he beat you
or mentally
abused you
It was going to stay
the same
For the status
For the sake of face
even for your
kids sake
You stayed with
that abuse or maybe
it was just an excuse
Even when you're laying
in my bed, you said
you felt safe
with my arms around you
Nothing was going
to
change
Everything was going to
remain the same
You have wished the
worst of him
I know I'm saying things
over and over again
You probably won't read what
I wrote to
you
Roses are red violets are blue
I am truly going
to miss you
I wish there was something
else I could do
Maybe it will work out
for both of you
to get closer
To be as 1 instead of 2
or maybe they'll
be another
or you go back to
the other
I want you to know
Mary Ann
I love you

Simba

I miss you so much
I sit here with tears
I'm sitting back remember
the years that were
full of Cheer

I miss you my Mother
Oh so dear
The holidays are the hardest
when you're not here
You are in my heart
You are in my dreams
When I call on you
I know that
you are near

When you whisper
I hear your whispers
in my ear
I feel your words in
my heart
You make my eyes fill
with tears

The love that you
had in your heart
was genuine
This is the greatest gift
That you have given me
For I know your heart
is  now mine

With all My Love to You
My Mother dearest

From your only Son
Love Danny

By Simba

As I sit here under
the crescent Moon
Just about half past 2 a.m.
I realized
how I don't like
being away from you

I sit under the crescent Moon
wishing never to be solitude
For you are
the crescent Moon
Illuminating through
the night sky

I'm thinking of you
in a pleasant tune
Under the stars as well as
the crescent Moon
I truly am missing you

Jumping star to star just
to get to you
Above
the crescent Moon

I will climb it so
I can hold you tight
While we listen
to the stars twinkle
To make a wish
upon a shooting star

My wish is for you
My lady
To love through and through
To be happy with me
for
I am happy
with you

Simba

I sit up on the hill at peace.
The day goes by as I sit here feeling free.
Something tranquil comes
over me!
It's a spirit deep down
inside of me.
The cry of the lone wolf that
comes out of my mouth.
Following through the night,
waiting for the sound
to answer me.
I listen to the wind blow,
through the leaves
of the trees.
From the sounds of the
little birds,
that come through
  I can see and hear some
others I can't see.
The call of the red tail hawk
in the distance
For I'm
beneath the trees
Wishing you were here
To share these sounds
with me
I believe it derives
from
The tribe called Cree

Simba

To Celebrate ones
birthday
Is to satisfied
the one
What does one expect on
their special day
Could be the last one or many
more to come
Who is to say but the
one above

Do you give  
a kiss
Do you give
a hug
Is there a gift
Is there more
to come

Is that what is
expected.
To celebrate the one
that is
spoken of

Whether it's done
for pleasure
or just because

Should it be understood if
you're not the one

Is it just to
keep the peace
Is that the way it has
to be done

Separate Lives no
one thought
To be one of
the family
When the other
is not

My mind is running
it is full of thoughts
Am I overthinking
I will never no

To believe what
I am told
Here I Go Again
writing another
poem
talking again on
my telephone
Now I'm done it's
time to go

Simba

To grieve love .
It takes on a different
meaning.
It's not about  
mourning the death of
a family member.
Or a friend.

It's a form of grieving
that I never felt
in my life before.

Death is so final
never to return.
You have the love
and memories of
that individual.
Who has passed.

When you grieve the love
of the living person
You are still left with
the love and memories
as well.

With the living.
You have to
make changes
In order to get through
this grieving period.

The feelings are still fresh.
The memories are still real.
It's the heart controling
the head

One had moved on.
With relationships.
Wasted no time.

While the other one
staying behind

Seemed  so easy!
With no downtime
Didn't skip a beat.
For one had a backup
plan
A,B and C

"When is it going to be my turn!"
That's what would be said.
As long as there's a pillow
To go with the bed.

It has been your turn
From the years passed and
the years ahead.

So I will continue to grieve
for a period of time.
Then my head will
control my heart
Once again.

I do realize,
That  plan A, B, and C
Wasn't meant for me.
I was the fool
The go between

Grieving love
Will be over soon.
I have a life in front
of me
I can't stop living
for something.
That wasn't meant
to be.

Simba