06/01/2023
Those who can not learn from history are doomed to repeat it
Truer words have never been said
I look at myself as i see another circle ending
JC you have lost another one
How can you lose what you never had
I console myself if it was meant to be
It was gonna be
A friend she will be at first
Then we counsel each other
Beat mate she becomes
Consigliere i name her
We become thick as thieves
Her face the first in my mind
When i need advice
Her name the first on my lips when i wake
I then notice the trodden path
Again i have fallen for her
I insulate myself from her
Walls built of ice
A moat protecting me filled with jokes and innuendos
Unfailingly she always meets someone else
And in her happiness
A part of me dies,
A smile plastered in my face
I rejoice with her
But deep down
A voice asks what could have been