Sometimes You Have To Let Go

by Heather M Craig

If I must love one,
why'd it have to be
the one I can't have,
nor will love me?

But to love a heart
even as bitter cold as my own
but as night falls,
Still....it beats alone.

Tears bleed from my eyes
onto a petal of a black rose
to death be my love
and ease back into shadows.

I need not love no longer,
the heart is locked here,
constant status remains,
lonliness results in tears.

My naive patterns of love,
my heart will never know
but to love one who won't give it back,
sometimes you just have to let go...

Heather M Craig