Twice but Thrice

Twice i swore nevermore. Neverbefore have i had my heart tore.

Twice shall never become thrice, for crying of my heart wont be anymore.

A chance of thrice is like a roll of dice. Twice ive pulled my feelings asunder.

 But thrice times i do wonder. For now my heart is a locked door..

A chasm of love behind.. neverbefore but nevermore but always evermore.

This i have swore twice too many more.. Thrice behind the locked door..

Never to be what could never be. Saddness an woe were all could see.

Happiness in the future just may be, I imagine quietly..

.. of what life could bring..