Caveat

Was it me that broke us down

And dragged our future in the dust?

Was it me with all my faults

That could never win your trust?

Was it me so sad and blind

That I could not see us apart?

Was it me in all my hubris

Thinking I could hold your heart?

Immolation

Who is the moth 

And who is the flame?

The wounded are walking

While loving in vain,

Am I the scorpion 

Or maybe the frog?

Failures still haunt me 

And I hold the flog,

I slip and I stumble

I cannot keep pace

In dreams I still carry

Some semblance of grace.

Circa

Finding you

Loving you

Losing you

Lamenting you