Play It For Me Once More Harvey
Oh, One True Love,
why does there have to be many?
I'm feeling things only felt for you
and my heart breaks
that I might break yours.
I can't move on
and yet I'm walking
creeping on things through doors
I found
and didn't think I'd need to find again.
And I tear
and crutch
as I'm down
and leapt
across away.
Fiddle-sticks;
picking up sticks
and mending
bird cages
that held a time.
Oh, One True Love,
there are many,
although you're gone
I'm finding few
who are true and love this one.
-Matthew Koutzun
2 comments:
That is so sad. You have a way of making sadness very potent.
That being said, I'm sure one day you'll be with your true love finally/again, whomever they will happen to be/ still are. *hugs*
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