Pattern

The pattern repeats...

Pattern
I see a pattern building in my head
One more lover under cover and not dead
Will this one be the end of me?

I see you standing firm
No more never again
I cannot keep pretending
This is not our end.

Tears wash away the sin
Laughter covers the gin
Where do I begin?

This pattern in my head
Not something new
One more year
I give up to you.

No lover will ever do
If I can not find the lover
That is lost in you.

1-13-2008
Michelle Klear