the plan is not my resolve
but i will accept what you give
a resolution for a new year
a new chapter begins
yet no words written to spare
blank pages set for a new adventure
i will let it be
let it unfold without expectations
belief in the fantasy was my downfall
no more make-believe
reality might be hard to swallow
but it’s better than the unattainable dream
here, let’s shake on it
the promise i will try to keep
to make you proud
to make me stay intact
no matter the ache and yearn
you’re not mine anymore
she holds the key to your heart
she won it fair and with time
there’s nothing for me to labour
than to give in to what is
you, my first love, no more

© simon whittle — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad