Everything Goes Poem by Marc Seifert

it began with a simple hello.
little did i know.
this was a tale of one,
whom i now dare to show.

isn't it funny, the way how things go.
the disappointments that flow.
like in a river in the valley,
covered by mountains of snow.

the feeling of a dagger aiming towards you,
the feeling of a heartbeat skipping, turning, into a vision of two.
poetry won't only define the things that i wish i could do.
but it eventually spreads itself, like a virus, one, that will find you.

the bitterness of taste in me,
i cannot express.
you are nothing to me,
compared to the rest.

drips of blood in a river of flow,
just comes to show,
that in your eyes,
everything goes.