• Lovers by night, friends by day,
    This is how things have come to be.
    There will be no more callings from one, who misses me.
    Nor the sweet tender soothing I so need.
    There is no longer a future to be planned.
    There will be no marriage or children grand.
    There will be no title; it no longer applies.
    There will be no compromise
    There will only be questions why,
    Gloomy skies,
    One who cries,
    A heart that dies,
    And Goodbyes.
    Take what you please and then leave me be.
    Come back for more, and get out the door.
    Don’t try to make this more then it is.
    We are only really close friends.