To their pasts
To their present and their future
Their story is sober and sad
She played with hearts and drove him mad
He played with words
He wrote love poems
She forwarded it to others
She cried over his shoulder on bad days
His coat went wet and it wasn't the snow
He cried alone for her and never showed
And that she would never know
He waited for her to come to his football match
But she toyed with other guys
While he waited for her out in the midnight
She left him to elope with someone in the night.
And like everytime he let her go for the right
She went too far one day, bringing the story a bend.
For him,
Her memories slowly came to an end
Then one day
Out of nowhere
She reappeared like a lie
Hampering his happiness again this time
With bruises on her face that now she hides
She asked him to write a poem for her again this time
And he wrote
"Bruises to you beautiful because love is dead this time... "