How could the first love I had ever known, just disappear?
The first light of the morning no longer shone,
No more aches in her poor brittle bones.
Perhaps this was for the best,
Was this what she wanted.
She's no longer in pain,
Yet I'm broken-hearted.
Such a selfish woman,
I think the worst about her daily.
But she chose the narcotics,
Over her first and only baby.
Here I am claiming my guilt,
Knowing memories of you will do nothing more than wilt.
I love you,
But forgiveness does not go hand in hand with such a delicate word as love.
