smart nor cleaver

I am neither smart nor clever
Just a silly little boy who risked what we had together
The anger and mistrust
And the feelings in the stomach… disgust

You don’t know what you’ve got until its gone
A saying you hear all to often, a conclusion forgone.
The desire to believe, the desire to forget
A constant turmoil… such regret.

To think of life without you, is not thinking at all
An empty void, alone in the dark, just not plausible
Moving on, leaving behind all that went wrong
An opportunity to be, once again strong… forever, lifelong.

To be able to look forward to happy times
A future with a happy chime
To evolve within a circumstance of unconditional love
To know you’re being looked after from those above… True Love.