Thus I Wrote

This is the end
You said it’s over
We can still be friends
But never again lovers

I know..the seasons will turn without me
I know..the sun will rise without me
I know..the rain will fall without me
I know..the flowers will grow without me

You said with tears
That it’s better we part
That over the years
I broke your heart

I know..the seasons will turn without me
I know..the sun will rise without me
I know..the rain will fall without me
I know..the flowers will grow without me

You want to move on
You can see a new life
You have now grown
Beyond being my wife

I know..the seasons will turn without me
I know..the sun will rise without me
I know..the rain will fall without me
I know..the flowers will grow without me

This is the end
You said it’s over
We can still be friends
But never again lovers

I know..the seasons will turn without me
I know..the rain will fall without me
I know..the sun will rise without me
I know..the leaves will fall without me
I know..the flowers will grow without me
I know..rivers will flow without me

You said with tears
That it’s better we part
That over the years
I broke your heart

I know..you will wake without me
I know.. you will cook without me
I know..you will cry without me
I know.. you will  laugh without me
I know.. you will have fun without me
I know..you will celebrate without me

You want to move on
You can see a new life
You have now grown
Beyond being my wife

I know..you will have a new home without me
I know ..you will dress without me
I know..you will look good without me
I know..you will sleep without me
I know..you will have new friends without me
I know..you will love again without me

One day we’ll be too old
We’ll be too old to give
So..Let’s give to each other
And help us better the life we live

One day we’ll be too old
We’ll be too old to listen and talk
So..Let’s cherish one another
And help each other grow through the knocks

One day we’ll be too old
We’ll be too old to forgive
So..Let’s forgive now
So we can be released to fully live

One day we’ll be too old
We’ll be too old to laugh and have fun
So..Let’s wring the fun out of our days
And laugh until we have none

One day we’ll be too old
We’ll be too old to hold hands
So..Let’s enjoy our gentle touch
And enjoy our simple pleasures while we can

One day we’ll be too old
We’ll be too old to kiss
So..Let’s enjoy our affection
So our best days have not been missed

We spoke last night
I said “I’m sorry,
I can make it right,
You should not worry”

But was it too little?
Was it too late?
Has the hurt horse long gone
Through that broken gate

Does a broken heart
Ever really mend?
Does the buried hurt
Haunt us till the end?

Is it too little?
Is it too late?
Has the hurt horse long gone
Through that broken gate?

True love it shines
Our lives to bless
To create and design
Needs forgiveness?

Is it too little?
Is it too late?
Has the hurt horse long gone
Through that broken gate?

They say you reap
Just what you sowed
You get what you deserve
You get what you are owed

So is it too little?
Is it too late?
Has the hurt horse long gone
Through that broken gate?

Picture: The Conversation by Piotr Antonow

There’s a dark demon stalking your dreams
It’s shapeless, formless and you don’t know what it means
It hides in trees when you go near
It hisses loudly when you try to hear

There’s a dark demon stalking your dreams
Driven by its own ancient schemes
It pushed our fathers to run or fight
It pushed our mothers round the fire at night

There’s a dark demon stalking your dreams
If it controls you now, you will never be free
It appears asleep in the mid-day light
But will eat your heart out in the dark of the night

When you’re cold I’ll keep you warm
I’ll be your port in the storm
When you’re cold I’ll keep you warm
I’ll be your port in the storm

There’s a dark demon stalking your dreams
A sword of light can make it disappear
Wielded by a knight it will transform
The dark demon to an angel re-born

It grows in the dark, so open up your heart
It grows in the dark, so open up your heart
It grows in the dark, so open up your heart
And let the light in

I hear you curse me
As I’m half asleep
The dish washer
Is loaded wrong again
Its beyond an answer
Or an argument

I hear you complain
That I’m not doing enough
That drip drip feed
Of wounding failure
Showing no edge or end
To what you expect of me
I’m overwhelmed
By the bottomless pit
Of your expectation

The picture has been painted
It’s a fixture now
Its my Dorian Grey
And its strangling me.
Its not me
Its just me in a bad light

We used to talk for hours
But not any more
To much blame and hurt
Strangle the words at birth
Perceived rejection
Is a poison
That grows in the dark
Strangling relationships

But I know….
You reap what you sow…