taken for granted

there will be a time i won’t say i love you
there will be a time i might stop to care
there will be a time when you get home
that i may no longer be there

the love that bound us together
may very well disappear
just like the respect that used to be there
no longer we hold each other dear

the tears you ignored are beginning to dry
and soon i may no longer feel
i might end up loathing the thought and sight of you
i might end up loathing all of those lost years.

and now, here i sit, i contemplate
the choices i have made for myself
to be taken for granted for years ahead
or fold the cards i have dealt.

posted by G. | 7/24/2005 05:25:00 PM --