To Donny And Marissa
When two people share their lives with each other, it's hard to just let go
You don't want to admit it's over, and to hear "I told you so"
You reminisce about the good times, and regret the times gone bad
You miss their love and companionship, and the closeness that you had
You look at the clock and want to go back to the times that you screwed up
Yet time won't let you do that, and you ask yourself, "Now what?"
You get upset, you yell and scream, from the frustration that you feel
You find it hard to believe that your heart will ever be able to heal
You hear "If you are meant to be together, then love will find a way"
But right now that thought seems hopeless, and you think of them night and day
You look at the things around you, the picture frames, the beautiful ring
You remember all the joy and love that these items once did bring
But now you're filled with sadness and never-ending tears
You wonder what could have happened in the future years
Yet it's doing no good to wonder, to speculate and hope
In a matter of time the tears will subside and you will begin to cope
But in the meantime, the best you can do is sit down with each other and talk
Figure out how you feel towards the other, and if out of their life you will walk
One thing's for certain, the love that you shared was something truly real
And don't forget that no matter what, your heart will eventually heal
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