We use to love and laugh but look at the aftermath.
When did you transform and were reborn.
Your happy while my heart is torn.

Your love used to make my heart flutter and melt it like a hot knife through butter but now you love another.

Heart and in pain and tears come to my eyes when I think of your name. This is love which for me is a losing game.

Wish I had more of the beginnings and less of the ends. Back to where we were more then lovers we were best friends.
© M.Moss