Too many hands in the pot,
Too many lies have been told,
No way to prove myself now,
The final stone has been thrown;
I knew deep down inside,
That no matter how I loved him,
Miles and lies would play a role.
He now loves another.
Although it hurts,
The love I have for him
Still remains and now this must be told.
I will never see his face again,
Never be able to touch and hold,
The man I truly love,
Because the lies and miles took their toll.
I hope he finds joy in the love he now enfolds;
I will keep our love in dreams and in,
Stories never told.
