650 miles ago, I left to find you <br />60 hours brought 18 in a car <br />12 in a bed, asleep for 2 <br />now I wonder why I went so far <br />to lose exactly what I came to see <br />you see me crying and can't say a thing <br />you told me you never wanted to hurt me <br />but even now I can still feel the sting <br /> <br />you said goodbye <br />you shut the door <br />you made me cry <br />like never before <br />now I sigh <br />and hit the floor <br />I keep asking why <br />you made my heart sore <br />morning is nigh <br />waking seems like a chore <br />I want to fly <br />where I won't hurt anymore <br />was all this a lie? <br />then what was it for? <br />I stare at the sky <br />wondering if all is really fair, in love and war<br /><br />Andrew Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-all-really-fair/
