On The Count Of Three Poem by exotic lokz

i close my eyes an count to three hoping when i open them things would be the same but when they open nothing has changed im still in pain i wipe my tears away an vow nevea to give my heart away i pick up the brocken pices an put them back the best i can now i wish i woulda ran when you grabed me bye the hand an asked to be my man telling me every thing will be fine
i close my eyes an count to three hoping when i open them youll still be mine but when they open all i find is my heart in a tight bind i wish i could rewind an fix what whent wrong all i wanted was to pick you up when you fall an give you my love my heart my all but instead i got mauld i shoulda KNOWN IT WOULD happend for love is only in fiction but i took it for granted i took it like a perscription