I guess I'm that guy she will one day say: was the one who got away.
Not saying that with ego strayed, because with things considered that way
I can recall at least one solemn moment when my granting came as I prayed.
My hardened wick, her selfie stick
We watched the pictures grey
Though not 50 shades, a time no less
Would come as we stopped our play
A time to reap our ashes
Twisted minds
Bruises and bashes
No one left to claim the trashes
Of our love, like a deer in headlights
Wide eyed as into destiny, it suddenly crashes
I will remember it with a sigh
I did take the road less traveled by
For purity's sake I try to forget our absent goodbye
