*actually this is going to be part of my new poem: Started it for a couple weeks: nothing sounds right... HELP*

It's 3 A.M and they're at it again
Where this is headed-There's no telling yet

You try to control my heart while holding it in your hands: Yet it seems as though you're losing your grip...

If you're going to play the game of hardball...know your opponent before you're up to bat - otherwise all you're left with is a tired hand from playing your best and no score to show for it

I'll be there for the memories that will last forever, as the well as the ones that fade after one night...

Don't look where you fall, but where you slipped

...They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire life to forget them...

The hardest part of losing love is finding love back <3