yesterday I started this poem, and lost it i freaked out. I'll try again.
Was it really a Disaster:
Was our time that we shared a disaster as you say.
Was I your friend or was I really being used.
The perseption was a blurr.
The reality even more.
It was a time of self doubt and great loss.
You seen that and ran with it
Yes our begining was a matter of need
and time of transition.
the first ended with a fight over children
and we both started a new seperate life
than me life fell apart to point of no return
