My love could be everlasting
There could never be a last time
It could spread through my body
Like a fire with an endless supply of wood
But I can't promise that fire won't ever burn out
I can't promise there's always going to be wood to throw
I can't promise that there won't be a dreadful morning
That I'd wake up and you would no longer be special to me
The very thought makes my heart ache
But I can't make your heart feel the sting of my pain
The chance is what I don't know if I should take
That in 50, even 5 years my love will remain
1 chance that has 2 choices and has 3 outcomes in my mind
Number one
I choose you, and we love each other until the days we die, however far apart they may be
Number two
I choose you, but after a while we might feel like we should have died sooner
And number 3
I don't choose you
I can't help wondering if this would be better or worse
If you'd be hurt more or less
If I would ever stop wondering what could have been
And if I could ever have another chance if I was wrong
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Collection Of Poems
PoetryYeah, just a bunch of poems at least I thought were worth putting up. Always love a chance to entertain somebody.
