Past

I live not for the moment,

I live in the past.

The world I left behind showed me

That good things never last.

I live not in fear,

I rather live in pain.

Losing you meant watching you

Passing me by again.

I live for your love,

Even though you don't love me.

I always thought the sight of us

Was one that was meant to be.

So I live not in the moment,

I, oddly, like the past.

Even though that world showed me

That good things come and pass.