The Life and Death of a Love

(This poem was written in the summer of 2006 around the time I was hospitalized in the psychiatric ward at St. Mary's Medical Center. When I read it for the first time in over three years this evening, I realized that it had a lot of potential to be something that people could read and enjoy if I could make a few subtle changes to it. This is probably 90% of what it was since the poem wasn't exactly organized in any particular order. Anyway, enjoy it, and I would appreciate some feedback from you guys.)

The Life and Death of a Love                            Written 2006, Edited September 8, 2009

If you want to fall in love with me,

You must know where to go.

If you want to walk in line with me,

Just stand back there and smile.

If you want to slip and fall for me,

Just take my hand and let us fly.

If you see the light along the way,

I think everything's going to be alright.

We're just like birds flying in the sky,

And it seems like we're destined to never die.

We're just a couple of lovebirds

'A coasting through the skies,

Never truly comprehending 

What rounds out our lives.

Oh baby, what did I do?

What once was so Blue

Has fallen under Black's rule

Into Netherland's depths.

Where did Love go?

What once was a kin to a pair of swans

Now has commenced forward 

Past the place of peril,

Against the rapids of descending grains

To the bottomless cauldron of lost love.

"It was meant to be."

Every love has its life span,

Birthed at launch and dying at crash.

This is a story of a theoretical type.

It flew on high 'til it reached its grave.