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
Your name hooked me in (I'm a Lewis Carroll fan and another Alison to boot) . This poem does justice to your name. Clever title and the substance of your poem is deeply felt and enchantingly described. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Allison I am enchanted by this poem. You have a wonderful style and take the reader to a dark place in a very easy manner. So we go willingly along this journey eager to find some light of hope along the way. Thanks for a brilliant poem.