Again

All but a shattered heart

Spiraled in vines of aching pain,

Punctured with doubtful darts

Again, yet again, all over again.

These hands you once called yours

Trembled into an untimely cold,

Must you let them slide into yours

And so foolishly refuse to hold?

Such a young spirited soul then

Now trapped beneath a thousand chains,

After all every story must come to end

Again, yet again, all over again.