These Words Are Cocked And Loaded Poem by Allison Wonderland

It starts out so simple
A lonely girl, a troubled boy
A caught glance, a vow exchanged
A friend and a lover all in one

But fate came in the picture
And knocked our dreams off kilter
I lost the greatest thing I ever knew

One last time, Love
Let’s give it all we’ve got
I think we may have a little left in us
Yeah, I think we might have some time left to share

Now I need to turn down the lights
And turn up our awkward silences
Just to hear that one last whisper
Please go on and say it while I gasp for air

One last time, Love
Let’s give it all we’ve got
I think we may have a fight left in us
Yeah, I think we might have one more to share

I’ve been called a recluse
But perhaps I’m more of a widow
I guess we’ll figure it out tonight
‘Cause you’ve been drinking your red wine
While I’ve been waiting for your next cheap shot

And I’m so desperate I’m sleeping with ghosts, I guess
They make love better than the skeletons in my closet ever did

One last time, Love
Let’s give it all we’ve got
I think we may have some love left in us
Yeah, I think we might have so much more to share