Ponder.

I want to believe,

That forever exists, 

Knowing the drift,

The story always twists. 

We were so perky, 

So into one another, 

Even if things turned nasty, 

It's us that matter.

Unsure of how and when, 

These had all begun, 

We have hearts to mend, 

Or all we do is shun. 

Only to find out,  
What's been in your head, 

Now with questions and doubts, 

Accompanies me to bed. 

Is it too late to feel,

This damage that has been done?

It wasn't part of the deal, 

That we might be left with none. 

Will we ever go back, 

Back to where we used to be,

Or are we now a wreck, 

If so, what are we? 

It's been so long since the last original that I've composed.

Goodnight, all.