Sometimes I...

Sometimes I wonder,
why we are lasting so long,
and what holds us together.

Sometimes I wonder,
is our love truly strong?
Or is it as fragile as a feather.

Sometimes I wish
I could have been with someone else first,
so that they could show me how much better you are.

Sometimes I wish
that you thought the worst,
of every other pretty girl that you see at the bar.

Sometimes I hope
that when we pass on,
we'll both be old, and still together

Sometimes I hope,
that when we're gone,
our love was stronger than a feather.