It would have died
So I did as my heart told
And left before it got old, cold, or both.
For nothing can come of a fight.
The fight of holding on
And knowing when to let go,
To let go when hearts grow slow
And the mind kicks in
To point out whatís going on
That love was too blind to see.
It used to be happy,
It used to be good,
But now itís shriveled and dead,
But not yet dead
Only slowly dying
To prevent too much crying.
*note: this is one of my least favorite poems of mine..the rythm is messed up, etc..
Just by the way, this poem was "inspired" (I guess..) by the Kiss song "Shandi" from the Destroyer album...anyway..
Tout s'en va, tout passe, l'eau coule, et le couer oublie.