I guess I've never known love in my life, that hasn't fallen apart.
Either by mourning loves lost or tending a broken heart.
The loss of the one who promised to grow old with her, together,
love stuck in the minds eye, when realities is withered forever.
Or the loss of a friend, that felt so stable, so strong,
but life's intention, renders your safety net, clearly wrong.
Or, perhaps it's the broken heart, the husband that left, alcohol burns.
putting a child's love first, having to ignore your own wants, your own yearns.
The love that never comes, your prince charming from fiction,
the love you invent, that becomes your life, your addiction.
I fear it, the fickle and destructive thing,
I fear all the heart ache, the absolute brokenness it can bring.
Love, instills a fear so deep, the fear I fear the most,
that the love I'll fear, is for your shadow, your memory, a ghost.
That you'll leave, you'll be taken, or this isn't true,
the love I fear, is the loss of you.
Carrying on as one is something I won't imagine,
the pain and emptiness is something too deep to fathom.
My point of reference, all from which I can draw,
That somehow, I'll be alone, I wont have you anymore.
That you're my grandad, my best friend, my dad, a story book man,
So I feel that I enjoy love just as long as I can.
Racing towards goals, in our short, sweet borrowed time,
waiting for that day, when the only smile I have, is at the thought of when you were mine.
