in and out of love again
but this time remained
drifting between the holes to hide in
there must be a better place
than alone with regret
the mistake of being true
of loving
blind because of believing you
believing in you
cling to notions
of deserving better
earning a way in the next life
but the ancient lost
wants no more of this
wants to dry up and be done
old and tired of the bleeding heart
when there is no music left in a smile
passion left in love
hope left in moments
what is left but surrender
