Time heals all, words heal nothing.

By the time I'm through

I'll probably be 52

I'll have used every metaphor

I could possibly use

I'll have used every rhyme scheme

That is available

Still I know that it won't be enough

By the time I'm through

You'll be onto someone new

I'll have written enough to

Publish a book or two

I'll have said so much

Everyone will know my truths

Still I know that it won't be enough

By the time I'm through

I'll have used every excuse

Described every emotion

And every thought I ever knew

I'll pretend that I don't enjoy

writing about you

Still I know that it won't be enough