The one that got away,

Is my care and patience,

My desire to reach foward,

When their hand stays back.

The one that stays away,

Is the feeling of sorrow,

When you are the calm,

And their minimum feels like an attack.

For good, it stays away—

To keep the grey away,

To keep my heart from rotting,

Kissing love in the wrong place.

My time and precious effort,

Is a jewel to be cherished,

So my wished to give myself to thieves,

Is the one that got away.