• writeweird 5w

    love of Pablo

    i loved her and sometimes she loved me too
    and all i ever was, too scared to lose her to another.

    i miss her and i know sometimes she'll miss me too,
    but not the way i have and certainly not the way i do.

    only if there was a way to love someone
    even more perhaps we'd made it through


    and so i loved her and sometimes our love felt so true,
    but you never know why when sometimes the feelings just die

    and why the truly bless'd are so few.


    and now when i hate her sometimes i
    blame myself for having loved her true
    but she was never mine and all we ever
    had is now lost to the time,

    and i can't tame the bleeding blues.


    i loved her and
    sometimes she loved me too


    and i try to find meaning in words
    of the great Pablo,
    but there's no healing only this
    mutual satisfaction of knowing,

    that he felt the same way as i do.

    even though we're not the same
    nobody can tell anybody else's pain
    though it's just one hell
    and we'll never find each other again

    at the very end
    the only man in the mirror
    is lonely you

    but i loved her
    and i know sometimes she loved me too.


    ©writeweird