She lost herself,
Just as she was losing you.
Hunger for your love, but longing to see you to.
Dismantled, in her own pain.
Of what you gave her, over and over again.
No doubt,
She lost herself.
If you can't handle her at her worst,
You don't get to have her at her best.
From where I am standing, you failed the test.
Crazy, is what you bring her to,
As she passes through her storm.
Alone, and you say that kind of love is true.
But how can it be, when you only get good times together.
You can't live good, forever.
You can't keep throwing her away, when her storm starts.
That is how you will break her,
You will shatter her heart,
Try to fix her pain, in a way, she will fix herself.
If love is there through all the sunshine and storms, then you loving her I would never doubt.
Isn't that what love is about..
©terrylin53
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