they say the first cut is always the deepest..

the first few nights are the only ones you will go sleepless...

they told me the well of my pain, would eventually run dry...

told me reuniting was a mistake, never to try...

You told me you would always be there...

There to grasp my hand, forever completing the pair...

You slept in my arms, yourself whispered into my ears…

Promising to shelter me, and to stand with me against all my fears…

The truth is sweetheart, I always knew about your whereabouts…

Always discovered your footsteps, always heard your distant shouts…

You never had to build yourself into a model for me to adore you...

All you had to do was to love me and honestly be loyal...

It’s far too cold of a night for me to figure out my life…

Far too late now, you’ve ventured far far away tonight…

and although I wish I could change the past and have you stay…

on this secluded night I realized, that I need to let my dove fly away…

there is no rose without a thorn...