My question is

Like pencil erased,
A memory misplaced,
A love disgraced,
Can all be traced,
Where pains based,
With what its laced,
Lost the taste,
Made in haste,
Man what a waste,
To loose the chase,
To such a fake,
To such a rake,
Under the bus,
In disgust,
Who wanted trust?
Who wanted love?
Who wanted this?
Who wanted that?
Who challenges who?
Who really cares?
Who really dares?
My Question is,
Who chooses the pace?
Of love…………
FenniganT
12.18.10