What an irony it is.
The one I dream 'bout,
Is the reason I can't sleep.
And if I wish to meet you,
I need to take those damn pills.
I can't even drive to where you stay,
'Cause you live inside my heart.
And will I ever find a way?
Before I'm hit with a ricochet.
I know it's too little, it's too late.
I got remorse coupled with regret.
Fear of losing love made me abuse it.
But your love for me was a deceit.
Shrouded future, dreaded past.
Lost at first, defeated at last.
None to blame, but I am ashamed.
Not for loving you, but for getting framed.
© Poetically Yours