What Was Had
How many hearts have to break?
How many steps do I gotta take?
How many breaths, oh lord forsake?
Until I come home to meet my maker?
You’ve watched me struggle and watched me drown.
All this time you’ve made no sound.
As I sunk beneath the water, you let go of my hand.
Like rose and jack, you left me to sink to the end.
A titanic type love, that ended with me dead.
Thank you for the good times. Thank you for the bad.
I hope and pray that you find your calling,
and always remember what we had.
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