The First Beat

                                                            The First Beat

I swear in the middle of the night

"Why me? Why do I always loose this fight?"

He left, and the one before, and the evil before

I convinced myself with knives that I was to be no more

The day I declared my last was paused in a brief moment

I saw her face, eyes, and her hand, hold badly I wanted to hold it

That night I placed my knife aside as it drew later

My memory would never fade of her

Just a moment with her made my heart stutter

She made it so easy to love her

I just wanted to be together

And I got my wish that I wished on a star

I promised I'd never let us be apart

Once her lips touched mine

I let go of any pride

The first time our lips meet

Is the start of the first beat